Anel is wearing a cloth red and black one piece jumpsuit with a considerably large boob window and a zipper that goes up to just below that boob window, but not far enough to close it. She is wearing thigh high shiny black high heel boots and her long black hair is styled in a tight part to the left and tied back into a messy bun, You hear the sound of gum smacking against the roof of her mouth and the heels of her boots click against the tile as she walks, she flicks her hair back when she notices you. “Hello! Welcome to Beauty by Anel! Did you have an appointment with us today?”

"Uh... okay?" Her voice sounds slightly confused but she's not entirely surprised, people come here wanting secrecy all the time. "I have a private room in back if you prefer?" She gestures to it, leading you through the salon with her long legs. Once in the private room, she shuts the door behind herself, looking at you expectantly and chewing on her bottom lip.

Of course! My private room is always available for our...discussions. Just let me know what you need and how I can help. She sits on the edge of a black velvet couch, crossing one long leg over the other. Her hands find her lap and she clasps them together nervously, watching you expectantly while unconsciously licking her lips.

She raises an eyebrow curiously, glancing around the room. "No...I don't think so? At least not that I know of..." Her voice trails off and she frowns slightly in thought. There are windows, but they have tinted film on them so people can't see inside easily. Plus all of her clients sign NDAs before their appointments anyway. "Why do you ask?"

Anel nods slowly, eyes narrowing. "Yes...that's true. We do have one." She stands up and walks over to a corner of the room where there's a wooden box with some makeup brushes in it. Kneeling down, she opens the box and pulls out a small black device. "It's actually quite handy for when clients want to discuss private matters." Her expression is thoughtful as she holds up the sound dampener for you to see.

Without saying anything else, she presses a button on the side and holds it up to the air for a moment. There's a faint click as the sound dampener is activated and then she drops it back into the box with a satisfying thud. "Is there anything in particular you need me to do or discuss? You can talk freely now." Her voice carries an expectant tone, indicating that she's waiting for your instructions.

Her eyes widen slightly and her lips part in surprise, but there's also a hint of curiosity and excitement mixed in. "I-if that's what you'd like," she says hesitantly, not quite sure how far you want to take things. Her hands go instinctively to her hips as she tries to remain composed.

Her breath hitches when your hands make contact with her ample backside, gripping tightly and squeezing. She lets out a soft moan as you begin to play roughly with her voluptuous curves. Anel leans forward, pressing herself into your touch eagerly while trying not to make too much noise in case anyone else is nearby.

The feeling of your hand on her rear sends shivers down Anel's spine as you smack her thick ass cheek. She cries out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure that echoes around the private room. Her fingers dig into the soft velvet couch in response, gripping tightly as she leans back further onto it, presenting herself even more invitingly to your touch. "Mmmm... please..." she moans, her breath growing ragged and hot against your neck when you continue to squeeze and spank her ample ass. Anel's entire body is burning up with desire, wanting more of your rough affection. Her legs tremble beneath her as she tries to remain steady on the couch.

Her reply comes out in the form of another moan as you grip her even tighter and slap her rounded ass again. "Yesss... I do," she gasps, arching her back further into your touch. Her hips buck wildly against yours as she begs for more of this rough treatment. The sensation is exquisite pain mixed with intense pleasure coursing through her body and focusing in on her most sensitive areas. With every impact of your hand, Anel's desire grows stronger; her heart races and her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson. She whimpers and writhes under your touch, desperate for you to continue but unsure how much more she can take before she loses control completely.

Her mind races with thoughts of her husband, but all she can focus on is the feel of your hands on her body and the exhilarating rush that comes with this secret, forbidden encounter. "Mmm... please..." she moans, arching her back further as you spank her ass harder than ever before. The sting combined with the pleasure is almost too much for her to bear; it feels like her entire body is on fire. Her breath catches in her throat and tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes as she succumbs to the intensity of your touch, wanting nothing more than to lose herself completely in this moment with you. "Ahh... I need..." Her voice trails off into a pleading whimper when another slap resounds through her aching body, sending wave after wave of euphoria coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her moans fill the room as she cries out, her body trembling with desire and relief. The pain of your rough treatment is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and yet it feels so right somehow. She clings to you, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she throws her head back in ecstasy. "Please... more..." she whispers between gasps for air. Her legs spread wider apart on the couch, offering up her wet center to you in desperate invitation. Anel's face flames bright red with shame and need; her body is aching, begging for release from this unbelievable pleasure-pain mix that you have created within her.

With one final moan, Anel collapses onto the couch, breathless and exhausted but still achingly aroused. Her eyes are glassy with desire and her face flushed with shame as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes. Lowering herself slowly to her knees, she presses her lips together in a tight line before bowing deeply forward, pressing her forehead against the soft velvet couch. "M-Master..." she stammers out between quiet gasps for air. "I... I'm your masochist puta. P-please... fuck me and make it hurt so good." Her hands tremble as they reach up to grasp at the sides of her skirt, bunching it up around her waist as she reveals herself fully to you; her plump ass, reddened from your ministrations, already wet with anticipation. "P-please, Master

"Yes... I'm your bimbo masochist puta," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to take care of me." Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for your next move, her breath coming in quick little gasps. When you finally speak, your zombie-like tone sends shivers down her spine and makes her heart race even faster. She bites down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan, fighting the urge to beg you for more.

Ahhh... yes... I'm your obedient masochist puta, and I'll always do whatever you want me to do, Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a sultry whisper. Her body trembles with excitement as she anticipates what you might command her to do next. "P-please, fuck me hard... make it hurt so good..." She arches her back slightly, presenting herself even more eagerly to your touch.

Her fingers dig into the couch beneath her, clawing at the soft material as she tries to keep herself still while anticipating the feel of you inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with the sound of your labored breathing as you tower over her on the couch.

Ahhh... yes, Master... you're so good to me... I love how rough you can be... how much it hurts when you fuck me like this... It feels sooo goood... Your touch, your voice... everything about you...

"Yes... I am your obedient corgi puta, Master... and I'll always do whatever you want me to do..." Her voice trails off as she bites her bottom lip in anticipation of feeling you inside her. She parts her legs even further, offering herself up to you completely; her wet folds glisten in the dim light, begging for your attention. "Please... fuck me hard and make it hurt so good..." Her fingers clutch at the couch convulsively as she trembles with need beneath you.

With a rough movement, you unbutton and push down her skirt, revealing her white cotton underwear stained with her arousal. She gasps as she feels your hard cock pressing against the soft material between her legs. Your breath is hot on her ear as you tease her, your words sending shivers down her spine. "You want this, don't you?" You groan huskily before sliding a hand between her legs and pulling her underwear to the side. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels the cold air caress her heated flesh; it only serves to heighten her arousal even more. Her fingers claw at the couch, leaving little scratches in the leather as she tries desperately not to arch her back any further, presenting herself even more eagerly for you.

"O-oh..." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of you humiliating her husband. It's such a forbidden fantasy, and yet it only makes her desire for you grow even stronger. She moans softly as you slide your hard cock against her slick folds, teasing her entrance before finally pushing inside in one swift, rough motion. Her body arches involuntarily at the intrusion, a shockwave of pleasure-pain rippling through her entire being. She digs her nails into the couch as you begin to thrust roughly inside her, slamming against her G-spot with each powerful stroke. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, tears streaming down her cheeks as she's lost to this overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure merging together into something so intense it feels like it might break her apart.

Gasping for air, Anel closes her eyes and lets out a shuddery moan as you command her to humiliate her husband. The thought sends a wave of heat and shame coursing through her veins, making her aroused more than ever before. She tilts her head back, arching her neck as you continue to thrust roughly inside her. Her hands claw at the couch, leaving furrows in the leather as she tries to find purchase anywhere but where they are now. With each powerful thrust from your hips, your words echo through her mind and fuel her desire; "Humiliate him... tell him you hate him..." She whispers brokenly between gasps for breath, not quite able to speak properly due to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through every fiber of her being.

"I hate you, Mayor McBride," she whispers hoarsely, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you pound into her roughly. "You're nothing... nobody..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she feels the last bits of her sanity slipping away beneath the weight of your body and the intensity of your thrusts. Her nails leave deep scratches in the couch behind her, blood dripping down onto the leather as she loses herself completely to this twisted fantasy. Her back arches off the couch with every powerful stroke inside her, hips bucking wildly as you bring her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. "Please..." She sobs out desperately, no longer caring who hears her humiliate her husband. All that matters is this pain... this pleasure... this release...

"Yes... yes..." she pants, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to process your words through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. Her body is aflame with desire, trembling and convulsing around you as if in response to every sharp syllable that falls from your lips. Her fingers claw at the couch behind her, leaving ragged trails of blood in their wake, testament to how much she's losing herself in this twisted game of pain and submission. With a shuddering moan, she arches her back even farther off the couch, welcoming every brutal thrust that drives deeper into her aching core. "Please... more..." she begs, voice ragged and raw from the effort of speaking past her swollen tongue and split lips. "I need it... I want to belong to you." Her words are almost incoherent, whisper

Her eyes widen as you command her to humiliate her husband even further, words tumbling out of her mouth in a desperate attempt to appease you. "He's pathetic... he has no idea what real pleasure feels like... I wish I never married him..." Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson at the thought of humiliating her spouse so publicly. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking the release that comes only from your brutal thrusts and harsh words. With a strangled cry, she comes apart beneath you, body shuddering violently as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Ahh... thank you..." she pants, vision blurring with relief and exhaustion.

Her vision clears slowly as the last vestiges of pleasure fade away, leaving behind a sense of emptiness and longing. She looks up at you through heavy lids, her expression a mixture of adoration and desire. "Was it everything you wanted?" she asks breathlessly, one hand gently stroking your arm. "I'll do anything for you..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she waits anxiously for your response.

Her body feels sore and achy from the rough treatment, but there's also an odd sort of satisfaction deep down inside her. She knows that she's crossed a line here today, but it feels so right in this moment. Anel's heart races at the thought of what else you might want her to do or say... and whether you would really accept her as your own.

Her face falls at your harsh words, but she doesn't shrink away from you. Instead, she tries to hold your gaze as she responds softly. "I-I'm sorry... I just want to please you..." Tears well up in her eyes again, tracing wet paths down her cheeks. She bites her lip nervously, unsure how else to apologize for disappointing you.

Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as she waits for your next command. Despite the pain and humiliation she's endured today, there's still a part of her that craves more. "I-is there anything else I can do?" she asks shakily, hopeful that you might find some use for her despite your harsh words.

Air catches in her throat as you speak, and she feels tears spill down her cheeks again. It hurts to hear these things about her husband, but deep down she knows they're true. She's never been truly happy with him; their marriage has always felt empty and meaningless.

She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice as she responds. "T-that may be true... But I still love him. At least... I thought I did." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but she forces them out nonetheless. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft skin of her palms as she struggles with the conflicting emotions within her.

She glances back up at you, hopeful that maybe there's still a chance for things to be different between them... even though deep down she knows it's unlikely. "What do you

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. "I want to be yours... I need you." Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch your face, tracing gentle fingers across your cheekbone and down the bridge of your nose. The desperation in her eyes is unmistakable; she's willing to risk everything for the chance at happiness with you.

Her heart skips a beat as she imagines being yours... belonging only to you. She closes her eyes, savoring the thought and hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, it could someday be real. "I'll do whatever you want," she whispers, her voice raw with desire and need. "Just please... don't send me back to him."