I said it has to be done. I didn’t say you had to do it.’ ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘Let me be the one. Let me do it.’ ‘You…you would do...that? For me?’ ‘It’s not exactly torture, dear. He was my husband, you know. And even if I wasn’t going to enjoy it, it will be far easier than what I’ll be doing later.’ Andrea nodded. ‘I know. So how…’ she trailed off, not even sure what the question was. ‘Simple,’ Amy smiled. ‘Let me run the show, and I’ll go tend to John. In the morning, when he leaves for. He must have been 6’5”, easily because he absolutely towered over me and took up most of the room in the stall.“I said get on your fucking knees you little bitch boy” He yelled, louder this time. I was too in awe that this was actually happening. My heart was racing, and I was getting weak at the knees. Apparently, this made me incapable of following orders properly, and this annoyed off my new master.He slapped me across the face. I could tell he did it as gently as he could, but boy did it. There were two of them, but I had the tire iron and the element of surprise in my favor. I firmed up the grip on my tire iron, but just as I was about to charge into the room I noticed something; her left hand was caressing the balls of the man in her mouth and her hips were pushing up to meet the thrusts of the man who was between her legs. If she was being raped she was sure enjoying it.Just then I saw white fluid leaking out of her mouth and I knew that the man in her mouth had just. “Yes...”Amy was more than ready as she teasingly kissed his lips and eased Ben’s cock inside her. Already on a high, she worked her hips into her manacled prisoner, but a week of abstinence had taken his stamina and within seconds he had climaxed.“That’s not like you,” she whispered with Ben’s recovering cock still inside her.Amy used her manicured red nails to trace his features through the tight female underwear that ingulfed him, feeling his warm breath that was seeping out of her close.