“Aren’t you going to check if it’s wet?”
She reached out her hand slowly, and began rubbing his cock. But, after a lot of struggling, she had the four open bottles placed on the tray with four empty glasses. She inhaled deeply and straightened her back, resolving to not break down in front of the men. The man walked in front of the chair, grabbing a ball gag from the wall and admiring Jessica’s helpless form. As the vibrations ceased, Jessica could feel her body wanting and needing more. She stood at the stove, making scrambled eggs and bacon like she had every other day that week. But, over the course of her training, Jessica had only been able to orgasm through rough treatment. Her pleasure peaked, and, crying out loudly, she felt her pussy and thighs spasm as she orgasmed. She waited there, partly in shock, partly in embarrassment, and partly out of shame, as she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. She could feel tears start to run down her cheeks as the man locked her legs in that position, leaving her helpless.
