AT KIMBERLY’S APARTMENT.

"I know the perfect song for a mod like this Brandon," Kimberly went and turned on the stereo to an upbeat song; they wanted Brandon to strip for them just as Kimberly had promised. His punishment for humiliating her at the coffee café.

"Just stop all of these; I'd never do that!" Brandon remarked. He sat down on the couch next to Kimberly. "You don’t have a choice, my husband; it’s a must!" she snapped. Kimberly’s friend served them all some champagne, and she gave a glass to Brandon.

"You’re all talk, Kimberly," she hissed. Kimberly was annoyed. "Strip now or the deal is off; remember you still have three days to clear out everything that’s on you!" Kimberly threatened.

Brandon laughed wildly as he drank from the glass. "Fine, I’d do what you want, but before that, I need to talk to Estrellia" Brandon said soothingly. He licked her ears sultrily with his tongue and kissed her on the nape of her neck.

Kimberly blushed in a dire expression of her desire for hi