Still holding the hand of his shadow self, she brings his hand down to her inner thigh. Slowly she caresses her skin with her hand… closer and close... to her lips. “I’m not supposed to do this” she thinks to herself. “But I just can’t help myself, it is so strong, you my Dark One are so strong, I want you to touch me. Just…” Her fingers slide over her lips, and before she knows what happens, her finger slips between her lips. “Ooooh…” she moans softly and her breathing gets deeper as her finger. “I left the video camera on in there...hope you don't mind. I desperately want to witness the popping of this one's cherry, if she is indeed a virgin.” Freddy said. “For all I care, you can come up and watch. Humilate her even more, I say. Hell, maybe we could take both of her holes at once! Like we did with that one stripper, what's her name...she came around eventually, anyway.” Cecil propositoned, looking excited at the prospects. While Freddy was a middle aged white man with a paunchy. She is chained to a signal mast with her legs spread. It's pitch-dark around her. In the distance, she recognizes a few people waiting on the illuminated platform. What if these people would see her here?This, however, does not seem to bother him. He begins to caress her, her neck, her shoulders, her bent arms. She is shaking. Her helplessness infuses her almost in a frightening way with pleasure. She feels her moisture, her senses. He touches her. It seems his hands are suddenly everywhere. A. The bedroom also appeared lit up by an assortment of candles. He noticed covered dishes on a mat on the floor. The aromas bore the promise of a feast. And if that wasn’t mouth-watering enough, as if on cue, Yvonne emerged from the bathroom wearing a red silk and lace negligee. ‘Wow!’ Edward gawked. Yvonne was such a stunner, so why did he still keep lusting after Janice, he wondered. You just did it again, you idiot! Fuck!! ‘Hi.’ Yvonne smiled and waved. She gestured for him to join her on.