I knew I couldn't let that happen, no matter how much I was hurting. I adjusted the dildo in my mouth, trying to just suck on it with my lips and let ...he muscles of my jaw relax a little. Erotic naughtiness mixed with my saliva and trickled down my throat once again. I couldn't help but get a sick glint of pleasure from my perverse punishment. "Excuse me for a moment," Mistress said, a few feet to my right. Then, I felt her presence next to me. "How's my good, little girl doing? Hmm?" she. I explained I was letting them have some “alone time” and Tony said I was a really thoughtful k** and he couldn’t believe how grown up I was for a f******n year old.After a few months he moved in and I would cook breakfast for them both and go to school. If mum was on nights I would cook dinner for Tony and me and save Mums dinner and put it on a low light in the oven.Tony would praise me and could not have been more complimentary about me. I told Mum he was a good looking guy and was good for. I can release you and you can go straight down to the police, I'll have Michael call you a cab if you like. Or you can be sensible about it.”“Sensible? How can I be sensible about being gang ****d by a gang of Africans? Tell me, I want to hear this!”“Okay, I'll outline the options. You can go the cops and put your case forward how, like it says, you came to the city to be a sex slave but it hasn't gone according to plan for you so you want me charged with ****. Well, not only me but the guys. To bring me to the very brink of existence and let it all explode into a shimmering mishmash of lust and sweat. Now get on the bed and spread your legs for me. he said. Yes sir.. I purred as I climbed into my satiny bed and spread myself wide for him. I wanted him to look at me. I laid there brazenly exposed and I was loving every second of it as I could feel his eyes moving over me even though I was blindfolded. My body felt like it was on fire. Then I felt his lips on mine. He kissed me.