I made David dress without cleaning up. He was going to drive home reeking of dried come. Before he walked out the door I grabbed him, I pulled him close to my face. “Things are going to be different from now on,” I said, waving a few of the photos in front of his face. “I’m keeping these photos in a safe place. Whenever either of us calls you, you’re going to come over and take it up the ass. You understand me?”
“Yes sir,” David said meekly.
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