She recalled Willy and Sam talking about keeping her for only a week. Wherever they intended to take her couldn’t possibly be worse than this. Since escape was impossible she’d try to get through the week for Tommy’s sake as well as her own. She frowned, remembering that Tommy couldn’t get an erection on their wedding night but had m*********d at least three times while watching her satisfy Willy and Sam. Feeling her cheeks burn with shame, she also recalled the intensity of her own orgasms. How many were there? She had lost count.
Willy’s hand moved on her breast. His fingers pinched her n****e and she felt his stiff c**k push against her ass. He knew she was awake. “You ready to give it up?” he asked.
She shook her head, “Please, Mr. Will, I’m so tired...I-I...can’t.”
He twisted her
