He frowns."Why? Why?" he nearly growls.She wants to cry. She wants to run. Her eyes plead with his, seeking mercy. She talks.It all spills out, and sh... is mortified. He listens as she tells of her ex, and his gambling. She amazes herself when she tells of his death and she hears that her voice is steady. She tells of the debt that her ex left behind, the angry man that came to collect, and the photos she didn't know her ex had taken, and this thing that she has been blackmailed into doing.It. .her neck...her throat...her lips...using her tears as lubrication. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock, mingling with her tears, and he rubbed it onto her lips. Soft moans began to escape her throat as she tasted his salty pre-cum, and he knew then that she was his whore. He continued to rub his throbbing cock all over her face and neck as she knelt there on the carpeted floor, her feet held securely apart by the spreader bar and her hands cuffed behind her. Saliva drooled down her chin. ‘You had a good look’ said Theresa quietly. ‘I wasn’t the only one was I!’ I said smiling and looked at her knowingly. Theresa didn’t answer but as I looked at the menu I saw her once again look at Denise and wondered what she was thinking. We ordered our food and continued with our small talk as before which invariably ended up discussing sex, which was always the case with Theresa. As planned, Denise largely ignored us but I noticed once or twice that she had given Theresa a look or two and. I can't even say what a burden I felt lifted from me after the conversation. Suddenly I wasn't alone. I knew if Damien were to call me, I'd have someone to fall back on to help me tell him no. My heart seemed to beat easier and breathing didn't seem quite a chore. Adrienne kissed me tenderly on the lips and a flame of passion rose in me. I kissed her back with a needful fury, holding her face in my hands and opening my mouth to invite her tongue to play with mine.Adrienne stood, pulling me with.