Her ability to manipulate people into doing what she wanted never ceased to amaze me, and as I watched our young captive moving willingly between the ...wo middle-aged men fucking her, I reminded myself yet again to never underestimate my manipulative blonde assistant.In just minutes, Emily had gone from the broken rape victim to a lust-filled slut. I suspected a part of that may have been a mask, a way of hiding the underlying fear, but to the cameras it mattered little.Soon the man on top of. My breasts were aching with Jatin’s bites. The hot water had slowly started to relax me and I fell asleep.I woke up after 15 mins, feeling better. I went in the shower and took bath. I got out. It was only 12 and the whole night was there.I wanted to seduce the two brothers even more. I wanted them to see me and jump on me.I was always excited to see men stare at me. The fact that people undressed me in their minds and violated me in all possible ways, really turned me on. Especially older men.. He spotted her immediately and casually plucked at the cuff of his shirt as he got closer to her. He found her breath taking. She hurriedly pulled papers from her briefcase and shuffled through them. Just as Mr. Taylor was a few feet from her, she clumsily dropped the papers on the floor. She stooped down to retrieve them being very careful to do it in an enticing manner. The first thing that caught Mr. Taylor's eyes was Lucy's tits showcased by her low-cut silk dress. He tugged at his collar. I walk on. I am moist. My clitoris sensitive from her gaze.I get home. I masturbate hard, fast. I cum. Those eyes burned on my retina. The memory of the gaze lubricating my cunt.Next day. I try to hold her gaze but she wins again. I am wet...again. I turn as she walks past. My eyes follow her back. She walks to a house. There's a high fence. A gate. She goes through and closes it behind her.Next day. She's not there. I look towards the house. The gate is open. There's a big glass door to the.