The crowd once again applauded it.“That’s it! The dumb bitch deserves it.” Yelled a cameraman.The director then grabs Peyton List by her hair an... said” Listen to me, you dumb bimbo. All of this is your fucking fault no one else. You shouldn’t have been standing there when the water hit you. Do you understand!”.Peyton List hesitates, and the director gives her two firm slaps for it. “Yes! I understand”, she said with tears forming up in her eyes.The director then turns her towards Dan. With my thumb on her clit and three fingers fucking her hard she came all over my hand.I kissed my way back up her body to her lips. She took my hand that was greased up by her juices and stuffed my fingers in her own mouth. She looked me straight in the eyes with pleasure tasting herself. We kissed a bit swapping her juices between us. Then I said a bit teasingly if she wanted me to take my cock out. Yes she said with a big smile and I went to stand on the floor in front of the bed and removed. He stripped my clothes off. I tried to resist but he hit my arms, slapped my face, told me to stand still. I did. Stripped, my arms were pulled up over my head and he clicked on some steel cuffs. He walked away, and I felt the cuffs being pulled upward until I was standing on my tiptoes.He put cuffs, leg irons I later learned, on my ankles and put a rubber pad of some sort in my mouth between my teeth. "Bite down on the pad, girl, so you won't bite your tongue off. This will hurt but you must. Mike Grines, director of operations, isn’t too far shocked at the bold moves, but in combination with the sudden reports of the Black List falling under a similar attack has brought an entire new level of shock. “Alright, listen up,” he says loudly, grabbing the attention of the small conference room’s occupants. “We have two new members of the team joining us today.”Melissa Dupree and Jonathan Stone turn around in their seats to regard the other two sitting in the back of the room. The room’s.