'God I love that video. You look so pathetic and depraved. If you are not willing to follow my instructions in regards to the cameras, I will be force... to send that to your family Whatsapp group and DM your friends. It's your call. Be my personal private cam-slut or be disgraced.'Now I was full-on crying. I knew that my makeup was running down my face. I had no idea that Michael had been filming me in that intimate act with Rover. Had could I face anyone if they saw that? My family would. I'll insert a bigger one in your ass later".Susan's skirt whipped about her thighs, lifting a little now and then. She knew that a gust of wind would blow it up past her waist, and people would see she was naked under it. She wasn't surprised to find her cunt pulsating with excitement. Being shamed, humiliated, was becoming an enjoyable aspect for her now.A few blocks away, a gust finally caught her skirt and lifted it. Susan squealed softly as she felt her skirt fly to her waist. She started. We popped our footlockers, I grabbed a few critical items and asked, "Corporal, will you help me with this?"We went to the door and the Corporal helped me install a huge hasp set on the door and wall. On my way back to the footlocker Jack complained, "It's about time and I sure hope you have more than one key for that fucking padlock."I could tell from Jack's attitude that he was hurting so I looked at the Corporal and asked, "How about coming back in a few minutes to take us to the. "Come on I know you want to do it," taunted the coach.Gina could feel herself losing control, ironically some of it was from her husband's licking her. Looking up he could see what his wife was about to do and made a groan of displeasure but Gina, in a move of spite sat on his face a bit harder. She held each of the cocks in front of her steady and then kissed Mr. Smith's cock followed by the coach's."Yeah! Get that black flavor in your mouth!" the coach said.The wrongness of the situation only.