I was going to scream I wanted him to touch my pussy so bad! He licked my inner thigh and ran his hand across my belly. I wanted to run my fingers thr...ough his hair but I was too afraid to move. I bit my lip to try to stop myself from screaming at him: fucking touch me. “Stand up,” he commanded. He stood up and turned to change the slide in the projector. The dominant side of him was starting to shine and I loved it! As I slowly stood up, he pulled off his shirt, turning around to show his. She fearedfor him, but she feared for her daughter more. The man had taken her upstairsand she worried what he might be doing to her. He had rubbed their breastsand between their legs over their clothes as he had tied them so she had nodoubt what was going through his mind. She sensed the man on the stairs. Heappeared to read her thoughts. "Evie remains unmolested" he grinned "for the time being at least". He approached her chair and began to untie her. He carried on speaking ashe did so. He. When you get up there and you are going through the campus, there is a friend of mine that I want you to meet. His name is Jim Miller or should I say Ambassador Miller – Mark, he’s the Ambassador to Italy – look Mark when you take over my position there are going to be a lot of people that you are going to have to deal with but Jim is a good friend and can help with giving ‘legs up’ if you know what I mean? This guy wants to be President one day and knowing him I figure it’s going to happen. . .. no... NOooooo!" I groaned, struggling against the leather bonds."Shut up, slut, or I'll gag you again." Were Al's cold words.The black guy, his name was Joe, but I didn't know it then, forced his entire finger, which was pretty damned big and long, let me tell you, into my asshole, and then wriggled and twisted it around inside me.My whimpering complaints meant nothing to the men, who had already classified me as their plaything. I realized this, even in my numbed and exhausted state,.