You're so fucking filthy!" Continuing to pump his dick, she slid a finger into his tight bud. "You're gonna make me fucking come, you dirty bitch." Th...t's the plan," she smirked."Get up, hands out in front," he snapped. She resumed her position, her hands stretched out in front of her. Slowly, he pulled the pretty toy from her aching dark star, watching as the bulbous shape stretched her tiny hole wide. "I'm gonna come in here."Breathing more rapidly, Mia felt him spreading her gaping hole. “Please, ma’am, just put it on a string round my wrist. Why have you gotten me tied up? Why are you hurting me?”I continue looking into his eyes for a moment, shifting my expression to one of disappointment and hurt.“You really ought not to have pulled my hair, Jimmy.”“I thought-”“I don’t care, Jimmy!” I lunge close to his face. He cringes from my flash of anger, almost trying to sink into the mattress as he turns his head and screws his eyes. I pull back, relaxing my face merely stern rather. I enthusiastically replied that I did. “It’s ok if I do it again?” “Yes” I replied.He took off his underwear then got on his hands and knees between my legs. He grabbed the waistband of my tighty-whiteys and peeled them off me. He then put his knees between my legs and shoved them apart. His weight, concentrated on his knees, sank deeply into the cheap pull out couch bed. It was almost as if I was going to slide down toward him. My dick was already stiff with anticipation. He stayed on his. I turned it. I realized the door had locked when the power went out, just as I had designed the system to do. Then it suddenly dawned on me. I was locked inside the Playboy Mansion and there was no way out.I sat down and pondered my dilemma. How the Hell can I get myself into such a mess I thought? Then I realized there was hope. The police would automatically be called soon. I know, I designed the system. Meanwhile back at Playboy headquarters on Michigan Avenue...the phone rings..."Hello,.