It was not long before I knew what each lead would do – two with fearsome crocodile clips where attached to each of my nipples, a third was attached...to a foot long ‘thumb’ thick stick of plain steel that was then unceremoniously forced all the way into my arse hole, and the fourth was attached to a large steel ball that initially refused to enter my love passage, until one of the guerrillas put all his weight behind it, to force its entrance into my now over expanded vaginal interior. The anal. He rubs it around my face degradingly, slapping me with it, poking it into my eyes and nostrils, then moving to my lips. Grabbing a handful of hair and tugging hard backward, he forces my mouth open and attempts to shove his dick in alongside his pal's. I half whimper, half scream at the painful way this stretches my lips and the the two of them laugh while coordinating their strokes so that they are simultaneously fucking my overstretched, mewling mouth. I felt the tears welling up again. ” Sign the transfer order and then make love to me.”But Mr.Sharma knows that once he signs the paper he will not have any control over me. But he does not know that I will “go all the way” for getting the papers signed.Then I thought that I will give Mr.Sharma an erotic show and force him to sign the transfer order. I slowly rubbed my slick pussy and pressed my hard clit between my wet labia. I was feeling very sexy and spread my legs as if to allow some unseen admirer to peak one me and watch. ' I said before explaining that day's events.Jane didn't seem too surprised. 'My temper is pretty bad but it's nothing compared to Terry's, ' she said to her husband's obvious agreement. 'The problem is, being the youngest of four, she's always been able to get away with it. Now, adulthood is not so forgiving. It's already cost her two jobs that I know of and god knows how many boyfriends.''Why the tears though?' I asked.'She said you were rude and dismissal of her, but from what you said you.