“Hell, you may have sucked some of their cocks’, or been fucked by them already, they come in quite often.” Mack grinned. Such a tight little shitter.” I jerked her head back using her hair, making her arch her spine brutally. She didn’t fight, just let me violate her mouth and sobbed. “No slut.” I rolled on my side, next to her, and slid my left hand down over her belly, starting to finger her softly. She was on a leash, it was locked to the collar around her neck and there was a ball-gag wedged between her teeth with drool dribbling down her chin. “That’s more like it.” I ran my hand over Emily’s quivering belly, then spit in her face again, causing her to sob louder, in spite of all her efforts to hold back the tears. The girl, whatever she was, waitress, fucktoy, she was on her knees in the corner, Mack had told her to start playing with herself after she’d fetched Lisa, and she was squatting on the floor on the towering high heels rubbing her tits and pussy obediently, of course not cumming, but getting ready to please the big fat man. Her hair was matted, streaked with obvious patches of cum dried in it. I could feel the tears streaming off her cheeks onto my
