No sound escapes me, and I am sure I will succeed in going unnoticed, that is until you slip two fingers deep into my cunt, causing yet another shatte...ing orgasm that has me throwing my head back and my free hand flying to my mouth to cover any sound that may try to escape. When I finally gain control, I find everyone’s eyes on me. Each gaze is filled with worry. I know enough to play off it, claiming a headache and a start to a bloody nose. One of our co-workers is happy to give me some. His father is both a noble and a captain of industry. His mother was on the Olympic team." So leave him." I can't."Before I can say anything, there's a ferocious pounding at the door. I leap out of bed just as the door crashes open. A wild-eyed dark haired man rushes in. He's holding a knife. He sees Helen and screams in rage. I move between them too quickly to feel fear. He rushes at me and I grapple for the knife. Quick blows are thrown as we wrestle, too fast for me to track. Then I. He stuffed their clothes down into the various pockets of his vest, except for her black t-shirt.“You better get a mouthful of this, because we sure don’t want to attract any attention.”“Do I just step off this ledge? I trust you - but this is all so new to me.”“Watch me, then you step out in front of me and bend over. You love taking my cock from behind and I love fucking you like this.”Hawley stepped out away from the ledge and stood waiting for her, as he held out his hand. She laughed and. That was why he was employed on the ‘Paradise’. She would have to get used to him again.Ahmed began to pound with a steady, strong rhythm.“Ah yes... aahh... yes... just as... good... as ever...” he said. Melissa got a slap on her flank. “Move that arse, slave!”Automatically, Melissa began to ‘move’ it. A slave-girl was not permitted to be quiescent under ‘****’, she had to co-operate.Melissa co-operated.Yes... it was coming back to her, how a slave-girl had to behave. Coming back fast. She.