.I just feel anger...dislike...I close my eyes....and have the vision of him..so clear..burned into my brain..Last night...him standing behind me..his...strong arms around me...cupping my breasts...kissing my neck...there are goosebumps all over my body...I can feel every muscle in me tense up...he starts to nibble my earlobe...his tongue slides into my ear...and I can feel my knees wanting to give in..Should I turn around...?? or just pretend I am not excited by his touch...but, he knows I am. Did they do the same thing to the slave in the cell next to me? How long had she been there, and how did they trap her? The questions fueled my lustful state just as much as the cuffs and chains that kept me on stage, and soon I had 2 more loads streaking across my face, with new men to take their place. I was too horny to count after 10 men, but several blowjobs after that, my chain was unclipped from the pole, and I was guided offstage, down into the pit of horny masked men. Teetering on the. "Touch them, if you want," she said, taking his hands and placing them on her tits. She forced his fingers downward. "Would you like to see them?"He nodded, and she slid the straps of the teddy off her shoulders. It fell to her waist, where she caught it, and she confronted him with her tits, bare and tempting."Your body is gorgeous," Mark whispered, his eyes alive with lust."Now you take something off, she said. "I bet you have a beautiful body, too."He did. She had to restrain a gulp as he. When he wasn’t telling funny stories at which Claire invariably laughed, he’d charm Claire by asking her lots of questions about her and her life, listening attentively as Claire talked. When Jason had to go the bathroom at one point, I saw the lust-filled way that Claire’s eyes followed his muscular six-foot, five-inch frame as he strode through the tables as if he owned the place. Claire was unaware of how she was gazing at him and I decided not to say anything.The food was great, but as the.