Before I could even react, my hair was being yanked practically out of my scalp and I was dragged into their room. His black boot rested on the side of my neck right where my jugular was so no way was I going to move or yell for fear of him cutting off my air. He motioned to the girl who undid the belt on the dress I was wearing, and handed it to him. He cinched it around my wrists binding them in front of me. Grabbing my arms, he pulled me upright to a standing position, pushed me back against the closed door and secured the belt to the hook, with my arms above my head. Part of me wanted to scream for help and the other part of me was a willing participant. He grabbed my throat and applied some pressure clearly making it known to me that he was in charge and in a low voice rumbled, “glad you could join us, but you must be punished for spying.” He pulled my Anadolu Yakası Escort body close to him and I felt an electrical charge surge through my body as I felt his rigid length pressed against me. With deft fingers he unzipped my dress but because it was a halter style and my hands were bound, the only way to get the dress off of me was for him to reach in his back pocket and get his Leatherman and cut the neck straps. My large breasts sprang free and my pink nipples darkened with excitement and immediately hardened. The dress pooled around my feet. Then he cut my thong on both sides of my hips and he wrapped the scrap of lace around my head, gagging my mouth and tying the two ends together so I couldn’t spit it out. The soaked crotch tasting and smelling of my wet desire was stuffed in my mouth and I tasted Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan my cunt juices; its odor drifting up to my nose saturating my senses. He turned his head to look at his girl standing there in front of the mirrors watching his every move and gave her a knowing stare and told her sternly, “don’t move slut, and watch me make this woman my whore.” He pinched each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He slapped my tits and pulled my fat, distended nipples with relative force; my eyes widened and I gave a small muffled sigh. When he took one breast to his mouth to suck and bite it, I rolled my hips, grinding into his pelvis; trying to seduce him to fuck my dripping cunt with his cock. Intently looking into my eyes, he grinned, and then dipped his fingers in my silken folds with his right Escort Anadolu Yakası hand while his left arm curved around my waist drawing me in close to his hard shaft. He explored and lightly fondled my slit. With his fingers now covered in my hot liquid, he separated my moist sex lips and thrust them deep inside my tight canal and was mercilessly fucking me; pumping them in and out. “Thinking of how you want my big fat cock pounding your tight little cunt as I finger-fuck you, whore?” I nodded yes, and gave a stifled moan; my breath rapid, my inner walls tightening; trying to trap his fingers inside so I could spasm and cum hard; so… so… close to an explosive climax. All of a sudden he withdrew his fingers, leaving me panting in the gag; my thirsty cunt begging for a release. My lust was at a fever pitch like mercury rising in a thermometer on a scorching hot day. He left me standing against the door; my hands tied above me, and walked over to his girl, squeezed her cheeks to force her mouth open, and shoved his fingers damp with my pussy juices between her parted lips to suck and lick them. My eyes flickered as I watched her swipe her tongue on his digits and drink-in my sticky juices.