She was shouting something to me, but with all the noise I couldn’t hear what it was she was saying. The music slowed and finally came ...o a halt. The other diners were still clapping and cheering as Shilla pointed to my front. Both my tits had parted company from my top and were now completely naked and on show to everyone. I blushed and hurriedly tried to make myself decent. Shilla put her arms around me and said that I was the star of the evening. . It came from me. I wanted to see her, touch her, display our bounty. It took minutes to unbind and rebind her to the fort. I held her waist and chest while she struggled, her body soft in some places and firm in others. The rope bound her wrists and hung her stretched as the rope was pulled taut over the roof top. She dangled at the entrance as a prize. Underwear still at her ankles, a pink flag of defeat. Ripping at her dress became a game. Who could rip the longest piece. If she kicked you,. Otherwise he could manipulate me forever with the personal information he had on me. I had an idea. “Well,” I said, transitioning back to my seductive fem-voice, “I’m sure we can reach mutual satisfaction.” I un-cupped my cock and let it swing to and fro as I strutted over to him and got onto my knees in worship position. I looked up at him as I took his semi-limp cock onto my mouth with a suck. I swirled his sweaty meat around in my mouth and got him hard. Once he was hard he was just. I had climbed onto the bed and, on my knees, moved closer to her with one hand holding the spoon and the other cupped guardedly beneath it."You were right," she said, sniffing. "That stuff really does taste awful. And you can taste it for a week!" Yumyum," I said, moving the spoon closer."Oh," she whimpered, wincing again. "Do I have to?"I nodded. "It hurts me more than it hurts you." Right," she muttered, eyeing the spoon with mild terror. "Oh... all right." She opened her mouth and I dipped.