Now Jack squeezed and mauled her firm full asscheeks as he licked her asshole in a frenzy. The more eagerly he licked, the more eagerly she sucked his cock. One hand washes another, she thought.

She prayed he wouldn't want to fuck her asshole. She liked taking it in the ass occasionally, but tonight she was in the mood for a cock in her cunt. It had been days since he'd fucked her properly. How she needed it!

He was certainly giving her a lot of time tonight. There would be a price to pay. There always was. Jack always thought of himself first, the bastard. As usual she held herself back just a little. In the end he would want something she would be unwilling to give. But he'd force her. The bastard always did.

Once again he began manipulating her pussy. He wet his fingers with her juices and roughly shoved a finger into her asshole.

It hurt and she yelled. "Take it out," she said. "When I take it out, I'm going to stick my cock, in there."

"Like hell you are," she said.

"Like hell, I'm not."

And then she was on her hands and knees and he yanked his pajamas off and climbed behind her. He grabbed her around the waist and pushed himself against her ass.

"Why don't you stop complaining once in a while?" he said.

"Because I don't want it in my ass tonight," she said.

"Since when do you give the orders around here?"

Despite herself she felt her knees shaking and her pussy quivering with excitement. "Why don't you shut up and get it over with?" she snapped.

She bit her lips and stifled a moan when he squeezed and pried open her asscheeks. Then his cockhead was poking against her shitter and she held her breath.

She knew it was useless to protest. He always responded by telling her that when she went to work and brought home the bread she could make the rules. Until then the one who made the gold made the rules.