She followed the woman down the grey corridor, out into a small auditorium and onto a small stage. Three men watched her as she nervously walked acros... the stage to the centre; her heart was beating furiously.They smiled warmly at her and checked her off a sheet, telling her that she had a minute to read her Shakespeare reading and to try and put as much feeling and emotion into the piece before wishing her "luck."Abigail closed her eyes and counted to two. She recounted a scene involving. She has shoulder length dark brown hair and dresses a little on the sexy side. Jim likes showing her off and enjoys seeing men look at her longingly. Today she was wearing a tight black skirt that came about half way between her knees and her sex, along with a white, front buttoning, blouse that showed a lot of cleavage and a little of her lacy white bra. Jim had on tan slacks and a white dress shirt. They are not rich but money is not much of a problem. They have a nice home and nice. His prick got stiffer as he heard her cry out in pain around the large ball gag.He kept hitting her on the ass, back and the back of her head until his arm was weary. Half dazed, and finding it hard to breathe with her face stuffed down in the trash can gunk, she felt him fumble with the butt plug until he got it out of her ass, with a loud, suctioning, wet plop.He quickly rammed his hard pecker up her well violated back chute and began giving her a nasty ass fucking while he pressed down on. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. ‘Why are you crying, Lori?’ Ted asked, his gentle voice filled with concern. ‘Because I…I’m so happy!’ Lori said. She kissed him, then kissed him again. ‘Was…was I good for you?’ Ted asked. ‘I…I’ve never, ever felt like I just did!’ Lori replied, then she kissed him some more. ‘It…it was…it was wonderful!’ ‘I’m glad,’ Ted told her. He tightened his embrace. Lori wriggled against him, trying to get nearer. She felt as if she wanted to.