“Don’t you ever put your hand in my way when I’m spanking you? Do you understand me?”“Yes,” I replied.She was not happy with my answer and...began laying into my bare bottom with the hairbrush.“I’m going to teach you some respect young man. The next time I as you a question you’ll answer me “yes Ma’am.” Do you understand me?”“Yes Ma’am,” I replied quickly.She continued spanking me with that hairbrush, at a slower pace, making sure every stroke was delivered full force to my bare bottom. Each. Todd was kneeling between her legs, Laura was jerking his cock while fingering herself. They were both watching my wife play with her tits. I watched as Todd came, blowing his load all over my wife's chest, Laura's hand running vigorously up and down the length of his shaft. All three of them moaned as Todd emptied his balls, my wife rub his cum into her pale breasts.It was too much, I felt ashamed at being so aroused and had to do something about my hard-on. Quietly I slipped down the hallway. Beyond her hood. A pair of lives that moments before had held the same potential as her. The same as her. Her trapped there held in place by her own body. What was her potential now? She was like them. Just meat. Something to be consumed. She thought back to his cigar on that first night. About how he had snubbed it out when he was finished with it."As you can see on the screens both girls are still alive. A round of applause for Cook!"The space was filled with thunderous applause."The cameras. I tugged and pinched her small, dark nipples as she rode me. Staccato ‘mm’s poured from her, the pitch rising by a note every ten measures or so. After two octaves, the note tied to a fermata, and her pussy clamped down on my throbbing cock. Once again, the sight and sound overwhelmed me and I exploded inside her with a roar. Moira slumped down onto my chest, her insides quivering around me. I wrapped my arms around her. ‘Fuck, you’re amazing,’ I told her once I caught my breath. ‘I’m just me,’.