All of a sudden, a male voice came out of nowhere. “Excuse me, sir, ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”I stopped and turned ...round, not thinking anyone would be talking to us, but I knew no one else was around. I saw a man, about my age, standing behind us. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants, a white button-up shirt, a cheap tie, and a name tag that said “manager” more prominently than his name. “What the hell? Why do we need to go anywhere with you?” I asked, pissed off. "What's this?" I slapped Monique hard across the face, I stood up on the bed and grabbed for the chain around her neck, making her wail out in pain as I tugged her upright. "What the fuck is this?" I pointed at the screen. "I told you I wanted you to masturbate for me, this is…I don't know what the fuck this is." I threw her back down on the bed and went for the dildo. I tossed it at her."Come on, fuck it slut!" The tears streamed down Monique's cheeks. I picked up my belt from the floor."Start. .. I can just quit. Okay? I'll quit right now, I promise! I didn't even want to play, I never wanted to get tagged, I had no choice, okay?"Jerry pretended to mull that over. "Well, Alina, if you quit the Game your mom will find out about it anyway. Wasn't that explained to you? Only the winner gets to remain anonymous. All the losers have their pictures exposed to the whole wide world: their family, their friends, everyone." I ... I know," the pretty Sophomore sobbed. "But please, don't tell on. So turned on, I grab my thick 8 inch dildo and suction it to the floor. I ask my chat if I should ride this huge cock. They tell me to take it rough and deep. I move over the dildo, the head slowly stretching my pussy as I start to take it. Taking it deep, panting hard, I read chat who tells me to take it all the way. I never have before, but I always wondered if I could if I pushed harder. Thats when I let my weight take it deeper, gasping in both pain and pleasure as I take all 8 thick.