"I smiled to myself, knowing that four cameras and a couple of very sensitive microphones were recording this whole conversation. Embarrassing as the ...video evidence might be, no jury would ever convict anybody once that was shown. Still, the path of least resistance would be to give the girl what she asked for while knowing that she didn't hold all the cards like she thought she did."Well," I pretended to stammer. "Since you put it that way, where do you want to start?" I knew you'd see it my. "I squirmed but they were too strong. My cock betrayed me, stiffening in my pants. "Come on, man," Jake said, leaning that all-American face next to mine so close his breath heated my skin. "You know you want this shit. Here's your chance."I stopped struggling. I grunted against Seth's sock, drying my tongue. He took his hand away and pulled the sock from between my teeth. I moistened my mouth. "Okay," I said. "Okay, but don't tell anyone." You're the one who advertised on the goddamned. The soreness pulsing in Zack’s arms was brutal. They had been locked in the cruel leather arm binder all night and the spreader bar keeping his legs apart was no more comfortable. The stiffness in all four limbs was a nasty reality to wake up to; even more-so than the blows to his face.Rebecca tore the covers off and Zack’s lungs inhaled fresh, cool oxygen for the first time in hours. The invigorating air hardly offset his thorough bondage and gross predicament, though. Nor would the sense of. I've seen some wet pussy in my time, but look at that. Damn." She didn't need to look. She could feel the dampness against her skin, her panties were getting more soaked by the minute. Was something wrong with her? She wasn't supposed to get wet, damn it this was rape. But her body knew something her mind didn't. It was ripe and ready for plucking. He reached down to his fly and unzipped. Something HUGE fell out of the front of his pants. At least ten inches long, and thick as her wrist. He.