‘Please, Sophie, help me!’ I pleaded. She regarded me coldly.‘Shut him up’ she said. It was an order – the men were following her orders! Th... first stirrings of a deep, dark terror gripped me. On her word, two of the men grabbed me and forced my mouth open. Another stuffed something cold and hard between my lips. My mind reeled as I realised it was a ball-gag, like something from an S&M film. I was helpless to stop them as they popped the gag into place and buckled its straps behind my head,. "In my state of arousal, I couldn't find a way to conduct a coherent conversation, so I just moaned and made sounds of approval. The feeling in my pussy and my butt being pounded by his belly magnified the intensity caused by his thrusts and I came repeatedly until he let a loud "Mmmmmm," before unloading inside me. After recovering he withdrew and cleaned us both with some towels he kept nearby.He put both arms around me pulling my body to his as he kissed me. He chuckled, "Was that some kind. ... Take it.... Take me now.... Fuck me hard!" He obviously had other plans. His mouth slowly explored the contours of her back, blazing a trail of hot kisses on his way down to the bottom of her spine. Getting on his knees, he pulled her down by the waist, and then reached around to her aching tits. He kneaded them firmly, taking each stiff nipple between his fingers, deftly rolling and pinching it. Raking his finger tips along her flanks, he grasped her butt, spreading her cheeks, darting his. He rummages in his sock drawer, and then he sidles over. I deliberatelyavoid looking at him in the mirror. He pushes hair away from my neckand kisses me there. I lean my head away to give him more to kiss.What can I do? He owns my neck. He owns me."You'd better not leave a mark," I say. It is about as close to acommand as I can give."Can I brush your hair?" He likes to do it. I seldom say no. I handhim the brush. I have washed it and let it dry naturally.After a few strokes, he puts.