Her two gentlemen stood up alongside her chair and each offered her a hand up. Summoning all of her courage, she accepted their assistance, rose from ...er seat and strolled confidently to the stage, accompanied by the scattered applause of the few patrons who realized that a customer was about to perform. Amy gracefully ascended the stage steps one by one as she gazed out upon the room. Upon reaching the top, she marveled at the difference in perspective from her improved vantage point, while. Looking at him intently' "Yes master, this fuckin' whore would love to be your fuckin' whore wife" I said loud enough for Joe to hear. Again another slap followed and then he grabbed hold of my hair and holding my head firmly in place, began slapping my face harder with back and forth movements. The pain seared through my face as he spit on my face and continued to slap me hard. When he stopped and let go of my hair I glanced over and saw that Joe was jerking his hard cock off, apparently. No, it was fear, it hung thick inside her brain. Terror drove her to run harder and faster. I just dogged her, running right behind the bitch. I brandishing my knife. The whore can see, I closed the distance, inching closer. I’m like a madman in a movie, I use less effort and still close the gap. She stays just out of reach but knows, I’ll get her. The dread overwhelms her. The sweaty fear radiates from her, like a nasty invitation to destroy the whore.I waited for the hard turn at the end of. Before i could say anything Anil responded positively and freed me of the torture.Next morning:I decided to take up the matter with Anil next morning.It was 10. Am in the morning and Arun has left for office half an hour ago. I was eagerly waiting for Anil to wake up. I was very angry. I hardly slept last night, all the time i was feeling his hands on my ass.Since Anil was still sleeping i decided to sweep the rooms in the meantime. After completing 3 rooms i moved to Anil’s room.‘Should i wake.