Peter
The room’s full of power and old money. Mr. Acworth lifts his glass and the talk dies. Mr. Mogul steps forward with a pair of collared women on leashes. Both look lean and hard, Asian, skin slick from fresh oil. Their wrists are locked behind their backs and thick ball gags stretch their jaws wide. Mogul walks them through the crowd like they’re show stock. One of them flinches when a hand grabs her ass; the other keeps her eyes on the floor. No one speaks until the girls are presented. At the far end of the table, Torn kneels naked, waiting. She knows she’s next. The night ends with her on her knees, ring gag swapped for a new one, ass offered for the first hard fuck of her service. The guests watch, drinks in hand, while the directors decide who takes her first. When the cock finally pushes past her tight ring, the gag catches every sound she makes.
The room’s full of power and old money. Mr. Acworth lifts his glass and the talk dies. Mr. Mogul steps forward with a pair of collared women on leashes. Both look lean and hard, Asian, skin slick from fresh oil. Their wrists are locked behind their backs and thick ball gags stretch their jaws wide. Mogul walks them through the crowd like they’re show stock. One of them flinches when a hand grabs her ass; the other keeps her eyes on the floor. No one speaks until the girls are presented. At the far end of the table, Torn kneels naked, waiting. She knows she’s next. The night ends with her on her knees, ring gag swapped for a new one, ass offered for the first hard fuck of her service. The guests watch, drinks in hand, while the directors decide who takes her first. When the cock finally pushes past her tight ring, the gag catches every sound she makes.