"Ooohhh!" she sighed. "I was such a bad girl, wasn't I?"

"You sure were," he said as Annabelle wept and moaned, struggling to get off the bar. "Look at the poor little cunt, now clean her off and get your ass up."

"Oooh yes, Patrick, yes!" Zoe moaned. She eased her mouth away from his hard cock and leaned in close to Annabelle. "You want me to clean it off?"

Annabelle didn't know what to say. She hung there, sobbing, the feel of the cum on her face driving her out of her mind with horror.

Zoe leaned in and licked at the cumn on Annabelle's blouse, taking it up in her skillful mouth and swallowing it down.

Annabelle gasped, but Zoe leaned in farther and licked a smear of the cum off Annabelle's mouth. The touch of another woman's tongue on her lips drove Annabelle out of her mind with horror. She screamed, pushing Zoe away, her flesh crawling with revulsion.

"Stop that!" Kirby snapped. He took the hem of Annabelle's sensible dark skirt and pushed it up over her ass. It was more difficult than Zoe's maid's dress, because it was tighter, but he got it over, revealing a most delicious sight to them all.

"Well, fuck me," he said.

For Annabelle might have dressed in sensible outer clothes, but underneath, she loved to wear the most luxurious lingerie available. She had on pale grey stockings, held up by lacy suspender straps, a black slip and grey tap pants. All this was suddenly available for the inspection of the horrible group that had captured her.

"I do declare," Hilary said with a laugh. "Would you have guessed that? It's even better than mine."

She slid her skirt up, showing the tight black panties she wore, then kept it there as she ran her fingers over the front of the briefs, caressing her pussy through them, running her finger down the crack of her cunt.