She despaired. "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" she moaned unable to hear her own voice over the cacophony, and distantly aware of similar shrieks and ...ries erupting from Sweetness. Sharon rolled herself into a ball, hid her head into her arms and like a mantra moaned: "Die! I'm gonna. Die!" She could hear soldiers running about outside. At one stage, the tent shook as a body fell against it and then slumped to the ground. Sharon yelped with terror. When would she be next?"Sharon! Sharon!" she. I watched as a young woman weaved her way though the crowd offering little pieces of chocolate from a silver tray while another server carried glasses of wine and champagne. The volume of the music was low enough to easily facilitate conversation but it filled the room with a low frequency beat that I found to be extremely sensual. In fact, it seemed that every little detail had been carefully crafted to seduce the senses and encourage the loosening of inhibitions.Women continued to arrive and. ..” She pled, searching his face for mercy. “It's funny how you people always beg. Like I'd let you leave? Face it, Nikki, you belong to me now. For however long I please.” He then proceeded to grab her 36C breast and give it a hard squeeze. She screamed out, and he squeezed even harder, taking both breasts into his hands and brutally twisting her pink nipples. “Stop! Please!” She screamed, but he just laughed. Then he grabbed her pussy, fingering it roughly. It was dry, so he brought his. ”Failure to do so will result in these pics being forwarded to your wife’s phone” Photo after photo pinged through, a camera had been set up in his room and there’s was in all my outfits, happily kneeling, sucking and bending over taking his cock, obviously lost in ecstasy and sissy lust”I slipped out of bed, obediently dressed up and unlocked the front door and waited for him. Exactly after twenty minutes he walked up the path, pushed past me into the living room and told me to kneel. I did.