"I'll get Miss Lloyd to show you the ropes," Tim suggested, "I have a feeling we're going to make some serious money here."Tim showed Kitty into the c...hanging room where Rebecca Lloyd held court like a sergeant major she checked her girls were all ready for parade."This is Kitty Harcourt, she's going on display later," Tim explained."Right the famous Kitty Harcourt," Miss Lloyd observed sarcastically."Only on display, we'll have another girl do the back room stuff, but Kitty says she'll help out. And with that, they turn and continue on, leaving me at the mercy of a few more people who saw or heard me cumming hard from their manipulation and want to try out the merchandise themselves. There are hands everywhere, it feels like. Probing my mouth, parting my ass cheeks to push an unlubed fingertip into the tightly-puckered bud, ignoring my groans of pain as my more-or-less virgin ass is fingered for the first time in years. Sliding into my cunt, rubbing and flicking and even pinching. As the doors open she has a devilish look on her face as she daydreams of her forty-five minute ride home. The elevator stops at the lobby and Marilyn exits and heads to the lobby’s ladies’ room. The ladies room is very plush, which has a large changing and relaxing room to where Marilyn heads. She with her back to us removes her jacket, blouse and bra and slips her jacket back on and kicks off her shoes. She pulls up her skirt so she can wiggle out of her pantyhose, which gives us a great. The figure stepped into the reach of the bedside lamp’s glow, and for a short moment I felt relief when I recognized her. But then I noticed the camera in Lydia’s hand that was pointing straight at my face and capturing every second of my depraved behavior. I tried to protest, but only unintelligible mumblings left my filled mouth, and a string of drool dripped down my chin. “Oh god, you’re going to love this!” Lydia whispered. “That look of desperation and shame on her face, it’s incredibly.