I saw the movie change to a gang bang of a white woman being fucked by several black men. My mind was now riveted on the large flat screen hearing the...woman screaming for the man fucking her to push harder. I was so engrossed, that I didn’t realize that I had my skirt pulled up and my fingers were frantically fucking my pussy. My mind returned to reality as I felt a hand fondling my breast, working to get under my top.Another man sat next to me and I saw his pants open and his hard cock. It was as if he put enough energy into our fall, spinning, to offset gravity. We were okay. I got no explanation but ejaculated wonderful, long to excited comments that brought no answers to the dream exactly yet it was also quite real as if the fall really happened. And I ejaculated many times with a real sense of relaxation after. Meanwhile I was also being handled all over by so many now wiping up the gizem, volume, no fuss, no muss, just business as usual. I wasn’t made to feel. My old man would have been able to watch the kids while I made some money. I'll bet Mr. Redner gave you a nice tip for coming in. He always does that for the girls that help him out."I smiled and carried the paper back to the dressing room where I read it, found a pen in my purse, and signed the paper. The day manager walked in and held out her hand. I gave her the paper and she said, "Glad you came in for the day shift, Tess. I need you to heat the place up. Go out there and really tease the. Maybe it’s just the final thing to push me over the edge into the rage that I used to fall into when I was young.I wipe my hands on the bed sheets at her side and then move around the bed and up toward where her head is. Her eyes lazily follow me. She looks like she’s mere minutes from passing out. Makes sense. She was kidnapped, raped, and toyed with for who knows how long. She’s probably exhausted.I reach my hands behind her head and grab the strap to the gag. I don’t bother trying to untie.