.... not knee high but thigh high leather spiked heels ones ( my first love ) still bound, eyes stuck on her hands slowly zipping them in front of my ...ace her legs encased in leather, fuck! Crossing her legs the toe stopped at my mouth, sitting just before me; still on all fours the tip of her boot brushed my lips, "lick the toe! You’re going to be trussed up in that position until you lick my boots, if they don't shine! Then.... well you don't want to know!" eagerly my tongue snaked along the. I kept removing my hand from my crotch, but it kept going back to my bulge on its own. I looked around and discovered three otherhands rubbing their crotches & smiling at me.Then Aaron nodded at Lawrence, who was sitting next to me, and he moved his hand from his crotch to mine. Apparently this was not a first for the beta guy, because he had a great touch.I was watching large cocks while being stroked - and my mind turned off. When Lawrence opened my fly and took out my cock, I looked around. She pushed herself back into him, feeling the need to surrender to him and be emotionally owned by him wash over her. Right now she’d do anything for him, her body responding to his every touch. Her knees went weak and the hand he had on her breasts quickly dropped to her abdomen to catch her, stopping her from falling. His fingers continued their ministrations and his thumb strained under the contractions from her arsehole. Sweat began to form on her brow as she squirmed on his fingers and. Jones. Lock the door on your way out, would you?"When I heard the door close and the locks click I set the pistol down on the table in front of me and stood up."Let's start with something simple. What is your name?"She remained silent, her upper lip quivered with barely suppressed rage. I turned, walking around the table, keeping several feet between us and monitoring her heartbeat and pulse. With the exception of the snarl on her face I would have been hard pressed to tell the difference.