javalar: “It’s time for your morning therapy, Mrs. Williams!”“Please! No! I can’t take it anymore! A
javalar: “It’s time for your morning therapy, Mrs. Williams!”“Please! No! I can’t take it anymore! All these therapies. The light therapy and the colour therapy and this … this one here, this one is the worst …”“But Mrs. Williams, you know that your husband sent you to our institution, because you agreed to have your character altered, because you were frigid, selfish and rebellious.”“I told you many times, I never… oh… OOOH… OH MY GOD. OOOH!”“Relax, Mrs. Williams. This is just the first of your forced morning orgasms. You were saying…?”“I said … I said … what did I say? I said … that I love my husband, and that I need him to fuck me and that … I want to submit to him. Wasn’t that what we were talking about?”“I believe so, Mrs. Williams.”“I need to … I am his… no, no, wait! These orgasms, they make my brain fluffy. How is that even…? What are you doing there…? Does it have to do with the sounds and colours and … OH! OOOOH! AAAAH! FUCK! AAAAAH!”“You were saying, Mrs. Willlams?”“Please let me out, I need to suck my husband’s cock. Urgently. I want to go down on all fours and let him fuck my ass. What am I doing here? I should be at my husband’s feet. That’s where I belong! Who are you eveeeennnooooh! OOOOH!”“Just relax, Mrs. Williams. Just a few more morning sessions, just a few dozen more orgasms, and we have your brain thoroughly altered, just as your husband did order it. Our facility is second to none when it comes to turning young, ungrateful wives like you into obedient, cock sucking bimbos.”“I don’t understand.”“No, of course you don’t, Mrs. Williams. Silly girl. You don’t need to. Don’t think. Just relax. We’ll turn you into a masterpiece.” -- source link