"Jane dear, tell us how wet you are. Do that by bending over the table" Mark demanded.I shook my head and tried to move backwards, but my chair was st...pping me. Mark grabbed my hands and yanked me forward."Oliver hold her please" Mark told him calmly.Oliver did and I was bent over the office table. Mark went to his drawers and pulled out some rope. He tied my hands together and stretched them in front of me. My hands made a triangle shape. Mark also tied my ankles to the office's table legs. I. I moved my hand from Tony's hip and he started to slowly pull out, then pushed it back in. The pain was turning to pleasure. My cock was hard as a rock and precum was leaking out of it. I didn't want to stop but I didn't want to get cum all over Tony's couch."Tony, I'm getting precum on your couch," I told him.As he started to work his cock in my ass he replied "You seemed to like the taste before, so have some more"He then grabbed my hips and drove his cock deep into me. It was on. He started. We close at 4. You do a bit of hoovering. It'll be paid before you know."She didn't want to agree, but somehow she knew that it wasn't just about her house and her home. It was ipllied that it was her son's safety.It wasn't so bad. Not a late finish just a very early start. So the next day 4am she started cleaning. The carpets were grim. The toilets were not human.It doesn't matter she thought. It's not been done in a while. After I've done this tomorrow won't be so bad.Tommorrow arrived. The. But I shoved that part quickly under the rug, and mentally stomped on it a couple of times for good measure. In the first place I'd given him my word; in the second I kind of shared his species' view of the "warlike" nature of ours, and couldn't imagine anything even approximating a reasonable reception that he'd receive if I did report him.I had Scarpia's example before me if I was in any doubt. He questions Cavaradossi, the tenor, briefly about information that he, Scarpia, wants, and when.