"All I have to put on my resume is my music career, from many years ago, which no employer cares about. Then, there was a long period of unemployment,...followed by a few menial, low-paying jobs."She sighed, appeared to come to a decision, and then opened up fully. "My music career went up in flames. That I can live with. It's what happened right afterward that landed me where I am today. You know that producer I got involved with? He ... abused the hell out of me for nearly four years. I was a. He took his right arm and reached around me to hold me in place, I thought. But he reached down and started to finger my clit. It was so sensitive, I started to moan and tried to twist out of its way. But, he held me in place and the more I struggled the firmer he held me. I tried to twist my head but he held my hair firmly. I started to quietly scream, "Oh, please, I am about to cum. Please cum with me". I tried to move from side to side, but he held on. I could feel him start to fuck me. "I don't want to mess up the beautiful job I've done because you forget the rules and need to be punished." Now Sylvia smiled. "But just in case there is still some doubt as to whether you can do what I've told you to do.." She walked over to a curtain and drew it back. Behind the curtain was a window into a dark room lit by only a fireplace. Sarah was in the room, naked and tied over a wooden trestle. A bald oriental man was anally raping the bent over woman his large cock. Sylvia pushed a. She was drunk enough to know what she was doing was wrong but not in control of herself to stop. Before she knew it he was fucking his dick into her face. 5 minute later he was replaced by another and she was slurping down her third load in 15 minutes. The crowd now surrounded her and she was the center of attention as she sucked dick after dick. Her shirt and bra were pulled up to expose her pretty good sized titties and they were played with as she sucked, bouncing underneath her. Another guy.