Letting go of her, he slid off her back. Dropping her head down lower, she spread her knees and poked her ass into the air. She knew her pussy lips... were gaping open, in anticipation of him getting his cock into her. He quickly mounted her again, wrapping his forelegs tightly around her waist. There was just enough moonlight for Norma to look back between her swaying tits and see her swollen hairy mound nestled between her legs and his hard dripping cock as he mounted her again. She wasn’t. The keen torturers instantly sought to capitalize on the immense fear these items obviously held for their captive and used the two prods to terrorize him for quite some time. Simply touching him with the prods was enough, there was no need to even discharge a shock, and the two dominatrixes rubbed their clits at the obviously very effective mental torture they were so fond of inflicting.They also drew his attention to some of the items of furniture in the room, which he had been too. I guess the combination of her drinking and the freeing up of her inhibitions by James's blackmail threat had changed her normally reserved personality, because she was acting totally uninhibited, grinding her hips to the music, her big breasts bouncing with every move. All of the Sales Mangers were loving it as well as James's other long time associates. On the slow songs, she'd always end up with some guy grinding his crotch into her. As she'd been drinking all day, she was so horny that she. I'm frozen in the dark, naked and drunk. Fear creeps over me as I turn to run out of the room. I get to about a foot away from the door when you grab my hair and stop me from leaving.I feel my body fall backwards with the strength of your pull and you slam the door shut in front of me while I back up to the wall, cowering on the floor like a scared little bunny. You walk towards me slowly, a small smirk on your face, your deep eyes penetrating mine. You love the fear, I can tell. I want to back.