She tugged on the leash, forcing me to keep moving down the long hallway as Conrad watched my bare ass from behind. She led me into what looked like a... ballroom with dark marble floors. There was a bar set up and chaise lounges upholstered in rich velvet tapestries. I tried to take in more of my surroundings but every time I moved my head, Tamara snapped the leash and I could feel the bite of the collar tighten around my neck. "Eyes forward, little slut," she demanded.In the centre of the room. The second came as he moved between my legs and licked my cunt until juices ran over his nose and chin, his fingers thrusting inside me squelched and slurped and my moans of passion became so loud I held my arm to my lips to stop the whole hotel from hearing. The third, as he knelt up between my legs and parting my swollen lips swirled his solid prick in my silky wetness. Dipping it slightly between the lips and then out again. Wet, slippery tip stroking and sliding against my pulsing clit.. What are you trying to do? Make them into a couple of faggots or something?"Sunday, they all got dressed up and went to church, and Bonnie did her best not to fall asleep during the sermon. Of course, she had to convert to Catholicism before he would marry her. "It's a small price to pay," her mother had told her, when it had first came up.Now she was trapped in that too, and she hated going to that church. It was the one his parents had dragged him to every Sunday, and now, each week she was. . ‘“Jessie,” she told her. “And I’m older than I look. And if you want to fight ... I know how.”One of the younger guys sniggered, so stoned that he drooled on himself.“What’s wrong with you?” Tanya said belligerently.“Jessie,” he sneered, still spitting on himself. Sneering, he pointed his finger around the room, his arm wavering unsteadily as he swayed forward. “You don’ know who she is...” he sneered at them, wheezing a wide laughing grin at everyone in the room.“Who is she, Dexter?” someone.