It was her expression, though, that caused me to sit and stare at the photo. Her brown eyes were open wide and seemed to plead with the camera, though...for what I didn’t know. Her mouth was slightly open and seemed to be strained, lost somewhere between a smile and a scream. There was a complex mixture of emotions on her face. Was she aroused by being photographed? Offended? Was she nervous? Humiliated? All that was there and more.I sat and stared for thirty minutes or more, transfixed. I had. Any reaction from him might be perceived as a threat, and that could only end very, very badly for him. In that moment, the tables had turned, and he was the prisoner. The best he could do now was behave, sit still, and let her have her fun.Which, as he watched her head bobbing up and down, was exactly what was happening. This encounter wasn't even about him. She was sucking his dick like an all-day lollipop for her pleasure. It was her dick until she decided otherwise.There was nothing to do. I bite my lip as his cock started in, the size was bigger than donkey dick, and he seemed to fuck a lot faster too, as more went in other guys stood watching, my mouth filled with cock, Jack pounded me hard, his knot now starting to hit up against me, I was sure I could I take it, but would it go in, I have never had a guy fuck as fast as him, as I went from one anal cum to another in quick session, then I was hooked, or more to say knotted, he rammed in hard, I was his bitch and loving it,. The first guard may or may not be dead, but she had hit him hard, and correctly, so if he was still alive it was because the medics got a tracheotomy into him in time. That kick would have crushed his windpipe and cut off his air supply. If She had been able to set properly, that kick might have broken his neck as well, but she had to surprise them for her to have any chance at all.Behind her, outside the field of view possible to her, being tied down, she heard a hatch open. Footsteps.