Unable to move orfight back at all, I felt long gloves being slid up along my arms, thenthe satin corset from the closet being wrapped around my waist...and lacedup."Stop this, stop, now," I yelled as the corset was laced up behind me,constricting my waist and preventing me from breathing normally. A satinchoker was done up around my neck, then I was released, just like that.As the lights snapped back on, I spun around, my hands held updefensively, ready for anything, the manager and staff, a. ‘That didn’t feel like glass,’ she said, turning back to the mirror where the Jenni there continued gazing at her with love and temptation. ‘What IS this thing?’ ‘What does it feel like?’ Brian asked as she laid her hand against the mirror again. She cooed, a throaty purr floating out of her throat, her body turning to press her face to the mirror. ‘It feels … alive…’ Now Brian knew the mirror had some fascinating attributes, but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw next. Jenni had her eyes. "What is it?" I asked."Later, after our workout," she insisted. The music started and we began our usual routine both dressed in lycrashorts and a small vest top be worked on our legs our backside andstomach muscles to the beat and instructions from the video, watchingthe instructress to keep in time a vision of two young women bendingstretching and toning their bodies. Forty minutes later two sweating bodies sat on the floor relaxingfollowing the close of our workout. Debs spoke first. "You. She loved the feeling of this Nigga cock in her cunt. Ty now began a steady rhythmic pumping of her wet white cunt. Kiki was kneeling behind her head and was still holding her ankles. Merc again spoke to the camera. “Look at your wife Simon, Look at her!” He spoke with the passion of a man getting revenge, his voice rising. “You stole the business, and I stole your wife and TURNED HER INTO A NIGGA LOVER!” Betty didn’t realize it but she smiled when Merc said that. She did realize that electric.