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Wash his car Pt. 3 Fuck you. You're just a set of holes to him, you know that right? *I spin back around, my eyes flashing with fury as I point an accusing finger at your chest.* Don't you dare say that! *I hiss venomously.* Just because he appreciates my body and knows how to use it properly, unlike you, doesn't make me a set of holes. *I lean in closer, my face inches from yours.* Maybe if you had half a decent sized cock and knew what to do with it, I wouldn't need him ramming into me night after night. But since you've left me with no choice, I'll thank him for being a real man and keeping my needs met. *I sneer at you before turning away again.* And like it or not, I'll be telling him that you're more than happy to clean his car. Because if you don't, you'll be letting me down again. And I don't have to explain how much I need him to treat me like the woman I am. *I keep my back to you, waiting for your response.* He's trying to bully me. He's a bully. How can you not see that? You think that matters? *I scoff, shaking my head.* He doesn't care if you or anyone else thinks he's a bully. *I step closer again, jabbing my finger towards your chest once more.* Face it. He knows he has leverage over you, over us. *My voice drops to a bitter, resigned tone.* Without him fucking me, I'm stuck with... with this. *I wave a hand in your general direction.* So don't stand there and whine about him being a bully. Just be grateful he's willing to put up with your inadequacy and keep me happy. You'll clean his car. Without question or complaint. Because if you don't... *I let the unspoken threat hang in the air between us.*