I put on a latex mask, leaving my mouth open so I can still suck cock but remain anonymous. I set up my camera and point it towards the bed.. leaving ...my toys, lube, and ropes on the bed.As it slowly turns to 10pm, I feel my pussy quivering from the anticipation. I told the men to stay outside the door until 10 then I'll unlock it. I take a deep breath and unlock the door, moving my way to the front of the bed so the camera catches everything.Suddenly I see not just a few, but 12 men walk in,. As she stood holding the handle on the roof with her back to me she kept banging against my legs with her calves with the swaying of the train as went around the corners, my legs were open and on each side of her legs because she was that close.It was then that I noticed what she was wearing. She had on a flimsy short skirt that looked like a tennis skirt and a tank top with thin straps over her shoulders and the arm that was holding the handle showed me she was braless as I looked down her top. Below him, a path of destruction ran through nature and high up in the sky, you saw all of it. Displeased and angered at this, you judged him unworthy of your gift. Not as cruel as the fire, you granted him one last brilliant and flaring shower of your magnificience. His wax wings enveloped him, the warmth he had hoped for turning into unbearable anguish. Temporarily blinded, he lost sight of you and regarded the sobering view below him. He understood that in his greed, he had strayed far from. An hour passes and the area is deserted apart from a few tourists taking pictures. Emma is sitting against a wall in her elegant red dress, full of disappointment. Her head down. "Excuse me. Are you alright?" Emma looks up and her jaw drops. Alex Pettyfer is standing right infront of her. He is in a dark grey suit, white shirt, with his flaky blond hair, perfectly styled. His expression is concerned. "Are you speechless?" he says, amused. Emma nods and stand up. He looks right at her and.