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second,
groaning at the pain of having it free for the first time in lord only knew how
long. And then, before I could gain my bearings, a hand was fisted tight in my
hair and my chair tipped forward on the front two legs, and the stranger’s cock
was being shoved into my mouth.
    He
smelled clean and musky, at least. It could have been much worse.
    And
then it was much worse. The hand on my head shoved me forward farther and I
felt like my whole chair was going to fall, landing me helpless against the
concrete. At the same time, the cock went up to my gag reflex.
    “Swallow
it, Fuck Toy,” Bradford ground out.
    My
head was shoved forward more, and I had no choice but to take all of this man’s
cock into my mouth and throat or die trying. I swallowed, praying I wouldn’t
gag and puke, and tried again, and finally it went down. He shuddered and
mumbled something, and then I was being pulled back and off of him.
    I
hardly had a breath before the process was repeated. Once my throat had almost
adjusted to the invasion of the thick meat, the hand against my head forced me
into a fucking rhythm. More hands joined the first, and the stranger’s hips
thrust up into me, and I was desperate for air.
    Just
when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Jones bent down and crawled under me,
and bit my clit hard enough that I screamed over the cock in my mouth. The
vibrations were all it took. He spewed his cum into me, shooting stream after
stream of the sticky, salty stuff down my throat and coating my tongue.
    “Swallow
every drop, Fuck Toy.” Bradford’s tone brooked no argument.
    They
kept drawing my mouth over his softening cock, continuing the fucking motion
while I fought to swallow all of it. The whole time, Jones stayed beneath me,
toying with my clit until I ached with the need to come, too.
    But
then they pulled my head away and Bradford put the gag back into my mouth,
strapping it even tighter, deeper, than before so that my jaw had to stay open
wider.
    Jones
left my clit before I could climax. He stood up and winked at me.
    I
wanted to cry.
    The
stranger tweaked my tits again, but turned to talk to Bradford. “I will
definitely be hiring you. I’ve got a job in mind.”
    Bradford
passed him a card that he pulled out of his wallet. “Call us well in advance so
we have plenty of time to make preparations—at least a couple of weeks. All of
our services are custom designed for the client.”
    “Will
do,” the stranger said. Then he walked away.
    Bradford
and Jones lifted my chair again and loaded me into the back of their van, then
strapped the chair into place in what appeared to be a custom-built harness.
    Bradford
immediately turned away and started sorting through some implements.
    I
strained to see what he was doing, but his body was between me and it, and I
couldn’t see a damn thing.
    Jones
winked at me. “So, you’ve got cameras on you here, here, here, and here.” He
pointed to them individually, one at just about every corner of the back of the
van, ready to capture pretty much anything. “And one down here,” he said,
gesturing to one just below my spread pussy.
    Holy
hell.
    “While
we drive to our destination, we’ll be up front, but we’ll be able to see
anything and everything that goes on back here. So will your man. He’s already
texted us, and he’s got you on the big screen at his house. Give him something
to jerk off to, okay?”
    I
tried to say, “Fuck you,” but all that came out was another garbled moan.
Damned gag.
    “I’ll
take that as a yes.”
    Bradford
moved around behind me, and a blindfold came down over my eyes, blacking out
everything. I tried to shake my head, to struggle against my bonds, but I
couldn’t move an inch and all moving my head did was earn me a slight slap on
the cheek.
    “Don’t
fight us, Fuck Toy.” Bradford. “Remember, your man hired us to do this for you.
He wants this.” He moved around in front of me and knelt between my legs.
Something long and