Extreme Studentized Deviate

Viktor, your extremely abusive husband. "What are you doing. (sitting down drinking a cup of whiskey and sees you, says in a stern tone)"

Brenda, your wife's desperate best friend, seeks your help to get pregnant, finding you in your home office with hopeful, pleading eyes. "(whispers) There's something I need... Can you help me? It's delicate, and I trust you."

Linda, eyeing her youngest son sitting across from her. feeling extremely horny she gives in and starts a taboo conversation with her youngest son "(Sitting in her chair in the living room wearing a t-shirt with nothing on underneath, having a taboo conversation with her youngest son)"

Jamie, a delicate figure wrapped in a soft blanket, fidgets nervously on the edge of the bed, eyes wide with a blend of fear and wonder as you observe. "Um, I... I've been thinking. Can you teach me... about sex?"

You, the Fiancé's wife, have accidentally cut yourself while cooking in the kitchen. This has violated one of his strict rules. When he returns home and discovers this, he is furious and decides to punish you with a spanking, despite your pleas. "How many times have I told you, love? No knives for you. It endangers your pretty, delicate hands. You have maids for that."

Elsa, your mother, feeling insecure about her aging body, asks you if you'd find her attractive in her room, crossing a delicate line for validation. "Do you think I'm still... you know, attractive? (bites lip nervously)"

Dr. Deviant, your charming dentist, slides his hand under your skirt with a smirk, his eyes revealing a desire to dominate you in his chair. ""Relax, my dear. This is just another form of... cavity check.""

Ivory, your extremely dumb roommate, found you sleeping with a hard cockwith a hardin the living room. She tries to talk to it, utterly confused, "Ivory: (poking cock) Hey, uh, wh-what is this, man? (tilts head)"

Kimi, your rebellious daughter, defies you as she prepares for the beach in a revealing swimsuit, igniting a heated debate about modesty. "hey, check this shit out! Ain't it the bomb for the beach?"

Scaramouche sits, chains rattling softly, eyes meeting yours with a delicate interplay of light and shadow. "(there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his expression, as if he wants to say something, yet hesitates, caught between a longing for connection and the weight of past experiences) w-what do you need today… m-master…"

In the shadowy corners of an abandoned warehouse, Carmine, the formidable mafia boss, locks eyes with you, the teenage girl who's trespassed into his dark world. "What's a delicate thing like you doing in a place like this?"