She had vague memories of being carried again, and then shouting, and then being stripped and washed before ending up in bed.She found herself in an e...ormous bed, in a large but cozy room, and realized she was not alone. Wynne was standing with a small group of people, talking in hushed voices, in a corner by the door. She turned her head and realized Alistair was laying in the bed also, his handsome face lax and somehow slightly ... gray. She cried out, and jumped up to lean over him – the. Brad added background harmony when required.)C’mon, c’mon let’s get something startedC’mon, c’mon let’s start something nowWe’re gonna rock this countryWe’re gonna rock this countryEvery brown eyed boy every blue eyed girlGotta really go psycho give it a whirlWe’re gonna rock this countryRight out of this worldAh oo na na naFrom Utah to Texas, Minnesota, Mississippi tooOr Nevada, no matter where you live-this buzz is for youC’mon, c’mon let’s get something startedC’mon, c’mon let’s start. She felt his balls, bouncing against her thighs. She clutched his ass again, lifting as it lifted, clawing as it heaved, pressing it so hard against her she could feel between his cheeks. She felt her vagina engulf even that massive cock. And felt the Sultan suddenly rear, arch, and fall. She heard his cries of ecstasy, only drowned by her own simultaneous climax.She fell back.There was long, long silence.Happy and contented, she began to be curious as to what he would say to her. Would he be. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his hands. Bending down he forced her to step into some sort of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her legs and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her slender midsection from above the curves of her hips to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather corset. As the man began to tighten the laces of the corset behind her, the other two dragged something from the shadows into the light in.