Cyrus behaved like a real host, and offered us a seat in the living room, and something to drink. A beer or two later, Hubert was lying down on the so...a, and I needed to be shown where the bathroom was. I had to squeeze past Cyrus in the narrow hallway when I got there. There was plenty of room really, but I pressed up against him anyway. No point in playing hard to get, I say.When I got back to the living room, Cyrus was sitting there in a big armchair, rubbing a small piece of wood between. “Jim? We have your wife! Either you do what we told you or we are going gang bang the bitch!” he said then he pointed the camera on the phone at Jen and took a pictureHe then did something she assumed was to send to Jim.The men then cut away most of Jen’s clothes. She watched as they all laughed and then each would come by and feel her tits or roughly finger her pussy. Jen grunted as each man took turns with her and then she heard her ringtone for her husband.“So are you going to pay or do we. He then placed it into the envelope and sealed it. He even asked me for some Sellotape and put a length along the flap to seal the phone in safely.I stood up and walked him to the safe. I took the key from my pocket and opened it for him. He placed the envelope into the safe and he watched me closely as I locked it shut.I was wondering about the purpose of the envelope and that if opened any new envelope could easily be used and he’d never know but nonetheless it seemed like an added layer of. He presses his fingers against my clit, and then slowly slides two fingers into me, and I feel how wet I already am against his fingers. I try to press back against him, but his command, "Stop," stills me. His fingers move against me faster and slide deeper, in and out of me, and I feel my desire building.I try to hold still, but it becomes harder to do as I find myself getting so close to release. "Please...I need..." I trail off, unsure of what I want to ask for, just knowing I need him.