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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)

The built up resentment of all the years of your girlfriend insidiously trying to control and manipulate you into changing into a grossly romanticized, trashy, romance novel kind of man she has been imagining in her dull head all her life surges and makes you angry and resentful of her. All you can think of is how you're gonna punish the bitch.

“Yeah… next skit Rachel… I mean… you're the one who wanted this in the first place… dragging me into ‘sexting' with you at work… and you even wanted to involve your coworkers… that was your idea too, wasn't it? And then conniving to make it seem like having sex with your boss and coworkers was my idea? Or that they were in the wrong after you rubbed your pussy all over their hard cocks and teased the fucking he'll out of them to the point of making them fuck you… or ‘rape' you as you say? Come on! Get off your fucking high horse woman! You wanted this all along, and now that you don't have complete control, you want to blame everyone else for your decisions?!” You let off all the years of pressurized thoughts into that diatribe.

Rachel sits and stares at you speechless for what seems like an eternity while your mind thinks of a million different ways you can verbally beat her down.

Then something seems to change in your girlfriend, “Ross… I… I am sorry for my reactions and the way I got so upset. After hearing how what I did affected you and my coworkers, I do realize it was all my decisions that put everyone in the positions they are in now…”

Her placating and apologetic tone calms you down somewhat, but you have plenty of resentment and anger built up, and you're gonna let her have it. Rachel will be punished for the shit she did to you over the years. “Alright then… so here's what you're gonna do Rachel… you're gonna go wash out your pussy of all that cum and sperm, and spend some time thinking of what you're gonna do in the next skit… let the guys know ‘it's on' for future skits. Then text me what they say. It's still early, so if you and the guys can think of something, you can probably do another skit tonight… if the guys can get it back up that is…”

“Okay Ross… I'll do as you say.” Rachel says and you hang up the phone. You feel so liberated… like a ton of weight was suddenly lifted from your shoulders. You really like the feeling and plan to push the envelope with Rachel — it's about time you got to call all the shots around here.