"Oooowww," cried Paul. Slap, slap, slap. Emily moved from one cheek to the other. Her face was flushed as she spanked her sissy son hard. Bob stood up... and went around behind Emily. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders. Emily looked up and into Bob's eyes. Without a sound Bob leaned down and kissed Emily full on the lips. She did not resist, in fact, in her heightened state she opened her mouth to his and let his tongue slip between her lips and into her hungry mouth. The kiss lingered. It was also for naught, as Victor finished his removal of her clothing by snapping the black, comfortable panties she wore in two. There were cameras in the room, more than a few, designed to show experiments from all the angles necessary. With despaired eyes, she glanced at one, another. They represented an at once horrifying possibility and great hope: someone might see what was happening.Agnes whimpered as she was hoisted higher still. A fall from that height would likely not be fatal, but. Another drink appeared in front of her. "Do you like dancing?" she asked the Africans around her. They looked at her. "Yes, we like dancing. Too crowded here. You come with us and we take you dancing. We party!" More laughter. Kirstie nodded. "Is there a club nearby? A nightclub?" "We have our own club!" Laughter and giggling greeted those words. The hand on her thigh stroked and Kirstie relaxed. It felt nice. She was feeling woozy. Nice, but woozy. The hand was hot, stroking, sliding on her. ‘And you will. You’re so close now, your body shivering as your fingers find the exact spot to push you over the edge. You want this, you need it, your mind is swirling in a fog of desire and all you can think about is letting it out as you… ‘Come. Come now, come for me, all the desire released, feeling it so completely, like a tornado roaring through your entire body as you come so hard for me now. That’s right. That’s right. All you want to do right now is come, and nothing else matters..