"You do, don't you?" Paul smiledTree began stroking him."That's nice" he whispered in her ear.Dave lifted her top up, his large hand smothered Tree's ...reasts as he mauled them one after the other.Tree tried to hold back but couldn't help letting out a slight moan with pleasure."You stay there" Steve pointed at me.He then helped the other two reposition Tree to the middle of the floor.I watched them as they began to strip her. Pulling her skirt down her legs and over her boots, hen the flimsy. I thought to myself I wish thosefingers were running up and down my hard cock. I let thethought pass from my mind.I order a burger, drank another beer before the foodarrived at the bar and enjoyed the scenery in the room.It was getting to be busy as part of happy hour andseveral people who had arrived since I came in. Ifinished my meal and ordered another beer.As I was setting there a gal came in and walked to thebar to place her order. The stool next to me was openand she looked over and. ” “We will embark on a program of “readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not normal, we will control you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our methods will leave you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist.” “Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we’ve been watching you for months, the hidden cameras all over your house gave us a lot of information, your likes dislikes and of course your sexual “interests” We’ve seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage. Her jeans and panties were around her ankles, so it was all Donna could do to keep from falling. ?Plant your ass in that chair.? She pushed the girl down. Before Donna could fight back, Ms. Beale pulled off shoes, jeans, and panties.?No, Ms. Beale. Stop it. You mustn't treat me like this. I didn't do anything.?Ms. Beale put her hand on Donna's right breast and pushed her back in the chair. ?We'll see about that. I'll bet your cunt is dripping wet.? Donna struggled to get up. ?You sit.