Who the fuck knew there would be people in office at 9 in the night when office closes at 6! The three of us booked the board office room claiming it ...as for a new project. Right from 7 in the evening, we were running around naked in the board room, them whipping my ass, punching my balls while I lay on the board room’s huge table, making me drink their piss (and fuck we had to be careful with that since I couldn’t spill even a drop in the board room!) We had kept our shirts on in case anyone. “Whore.” The Headsman muttered. Whether the comment was directed at myself or Melisandra, I had no clue. Not that it mattered. She reached through the bars, caressing my cheeks, stroking my hair, her tits mashed through the square openings in my prison, head rolling back as I strove to please her. As I did so, her companions moved forwards, one to each corner. Soon I felt a rough finger pushing into my cunt. With a soft, muted growl, I pushed back, pressing my ass against the unforgiving steel. One thing that Claire said really surprised me. It turns out she organises live sex shows for singles, couples and groups – usually just her and another girl, but sometimes with a bunch of others. I was intrigued. “What does that involve?” I asked, somewhat huskily. “Oh, it's quite simple really,” she said. “I have set up a discreet agency for people who might be interested; the last show I did was for a couple who wanted to see two girls make out while they watched. I went to their place. He brought many gifts for all. I was chirping like a nightingale. I was butterfly of my brother. All the people sat in drawing room up to 2’O clock at night. All the people were dead tired.We remained lonely there as mom and dad left for their room. We also came in our room. Jon brought a collection of feminine items for me. We changed to sleep. I wore nighty without undergarments, Jon had brought for me. He wore night dress.Now we were private. My white body was flashing in nighty. My large.