Eric reaches between them and slips his fingers into her, deeply thrusting three in and out, her whimpers hidden by their lips. He continues to pommel... her until she cries, biting his lip as she squirts on his fingers. He grins wickedly as he moves his hand. He sets Hannah on the counter as he goes about unzipping his pants and sliding them onto the floor. Almost immediately, he has her legs splayed open and his cock deep inside her already soaked pussy. She gasps as her body adjusts to his. After a couple of round trips like this, she was ready for another orgasm, A BIG one.I gave her a minute to recover before I fucked her.Kris in the meantime had attracted a couple of guys standing in front of her and they asked if they could spit roast her. She looked at me and said yes they could. They placed her on an oversized footstool on her back with her head hanging off one end. One of the guys spread her legs and started fucking her. The other guy stood by her head and put his dick in. I threw the pictures of all three people I had tortured onto the table. I didn't say a word, I just move to the kitchen portion of the room to reheat coffee. I allowed him to get a good look at the images which even I found disturbing.His eyes danced in terror, when I returned to sit down across from him. I began with, "Is it Mr. Woo, or is there a better way to address you?" I asked the man we had nicknamed Fang, since he would't speak to anyone."Mr. Woo, I get that you are a bad ass Chinese. I don’t even notice, my attention is elsewhere. I don’t hear Ethan reply, so I chance a glance over my shoulder. I see him standing between the kitchen and the living room, watching her leave through the front door. His face is twisted with the most hurt and anger I’ve ever seen. I quickly turn back to the food. After another minute I finally hear him move. I look over at him and he’s watching me. “Are you okay?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t respond, just watches me with burning eyes. I shift.