Please."Mark quickly grabbed her by her skirt and pulled her back down into the booth. He softly hissed, "You wanted to play the game. You chose truth... Now do it! Take off your bra!"Nena started to sob realizing she was over her head. Staring at the table she stated in a trembling voice, "If I do it will you ... please ... please ... let me go?" A single tear welled in her right eye and ran down her cheek. A sob escaped her throat."Sure," Doug said, his voice softening, "We're just having a. Come on. And the “travel” budget is outrageous. Everything is outrageous. The IRS will have a field day with this.” Mark jumped in with comments on the economy, and how people don't buy futons anymore, and Samantha looked distressed. John spoke to all of it. The answer to a failing business is not avoiding taxes by listing personal expenses as business ones. “With some shuffling, I might be able to hide your errors” John said, with a sigh. The Hendricks both looked at John hopefully. They did. No I'm not," Michelle said, and Amy breathed a huge sigh of relief."But that's not all there is to it," Michelle said before taking another sip."What do you mean?" Amy asked."Well, I have an interesting opportunity to kill two birds with one stone," Michelle said. "You see, I read through your whole diary. It's almost full, and as I said, the reading is very interesting. The thing that strikes me the most luv, is that the underlying themes are quite repetitive and strong. This isn't a 'Dear. I felt totally humiliated as he manipulated her. ‘And just where do you want our cocks sweetheart?’ He chided. ‘I want them in my mouth and my pussy and my ass please!’ She begged. All three men laughed as they picked her up and carried her to the bed. I was furious, frustrated and yet, incredibly turned on. Here was my bride, who I had not even consummated our marriage with, was begging three guys to fuck her! I could not move or even protest! The first guy lay down on his back on the bed.