"I know damn well this could blow the lid off your little game, here, and you know it, too. If you decide to have me killed, it wouldn't be the worst ...hing that could happen to me, but the shit would really come down on you." Nothing would happen to me," the man objected. "Nobody outside knows what happened. What I say is the way it is." The director was now leaning intently toward Terry as he spoke, rather than sitting pompously and assuredly erect as he had at first. He was obviously not used. I could feel each shot of cum erupting from my cock and each one made me shiver. When I finally stopped, she began slowly grinding her pussy on my still erect shaft. Within a matter of a minute, she brought herself to another orgasm before my cock finally shrunk down from this night of fantastic sex. We both lay exhausted and spent on the couch, covered in sweat, smelling of sex, and with wicked-ass grins on our faces. I kissed her and thanked her for an incredible night. I told her had I known. She used her free hand to push back her straight black hair.Over in the bedroom, she was led to sit down on the bed. Jack took her black lace panties off and shoved them in her mouth. He took out a silk blindfold and tied it tight.“By the end of the night, we’ll have you rethinking giving up on this arrangement,” Jack sneered. “Stay right there.”After a few minutes, Jack undid the blindfold and gag with three new men standing in the room, two other black men and one man sitting in the corner in. Fucking..!” He didn't speak. His lifeless white mask stared at her, blankly. “Take off that fucking mask, it's awful!” she cried, fumbling to dress herself. “God, shouldn't you have your tongue down Karen's throat?” His silence and immobility left her uneasy. She fidgeted on the spot, staring into the pits of his eyes, wishing he would move or speak. “Josh...” Her voice failed when he stepped towards her. He calmly approached, assured in his step. She looked up at him, intimidated – and turned.