She half expected Emily to freak out and stop but she also knew that Em had a lot of hidden desires that needed quenching.After Meg had finally stoppe... her Niagara Falls drenching of Emily's face and mouth she began to climb up off the bed to get dressed, legs still wobbling from having what was probably the best cum of her life.Emily, still completely soaked and looking like she just came back from a water park, stared at her dumbfounded. "Um... What about me? My pussy needs attention, too,". The next thing I felt was two guys grabbing my wrists and tying them together. While they were doing that other men put a rope around each of my ankles. So I was completely at their whims and under their control. I protested a bit, thinking I did not want it so rude; but some guys yelled at me to shut up and behave like a good girl.This actually shocked me, because I had never felt this helpless while being gangbanged by black men. I felt uncomfortable…The basement had a steel support running. I had to draw her a bath,undress her and -- after getting a good look at her threateningly solidphysique -- scrub the floor while she luxuriated in the oversized tub.My big boobs swung from side to side as she ogled me and urged me to usemore 'elbow grease'. I was exhausted by the time she stepped out andhad me dry her with a large fluffy towel.The evening of the party arrived. I was put into a tight corset andfishnet body stocking, along with ultra high heels that made me taketiny. " Well, do ... uh, something. Make it better!"That was what she used to say when she was six and hurt. It was interesting the way she switched between the near-woman and the little girl. I couldn't think of anything else, so I did what I did for the little girl: I kissed the red spot where I'd removed the prickle, being careful not to press on the others with my lips and drive them deeper. "Better?" I asked, as I'd always done."Yeah," she said in a small voice. "Better." The near-woman was.