Each person in the room could see how his lust-thickened hardness spread the parting lips of her pussy so wide that they almost folded back on themselves, revealing the coral-pink inner walls of her vagina. Even as they watched, they saw her glistening cunt contract tightly around his thick shaft. Nancy was instinctively using her vaginal muscles to grasp more and more of his cock as her knees slithered slowly forward until they were next to Herman's armpits and her quivering ass-cheeks were high in the air, lewdly inviting Ben as she ground her cunt fiercely down on the huge pole of hard flesh sticking up from the chauffeur's groin.

Ben crawled up on the bed on all fours, slipping between the widespread legs of Herman and the girl until he was crouched over her upturned, smoothly oiled buttocks.

Nancy was moving as if she were in a dream, her mouth hanging open, her eyes glazed with lust. It wasn't until she felt the hotly pulsating head of the big bodyguard's cock pressing against her anus that she suddenly seemed aware of what was going to happen to her. Until that moment, she had been the only person in the room that was unaware of what was going to happen. The faces around her were watching, mesmerized, open mouthed and stunned by the enormity of what they were seeing.

They saw Ben holding his thick jerking cock in one hand, guiding it to where it nudged against her tightly clenched little anus.

Nancy's eyes widened and she appeared to focus them as she realized what was going to happen to her. She couldn't believe it was happening to her! Surely, her expression said, it wasn't happening to her! She froze in her obscene position, too frightened to move, her eyes wide, her mouth open. Slowly, she managed a smile. It had to be a threat… surely they wouldn't… they wouldn't do that to her… her expression changed to one of pure panic as she realized they did plan to humiliate her that way. Her head snapped around and her wide eyes stared blankly at all the dark figures pressed around the stage. She could only make out silhouettes as she frantically stared for one face: Fred Hartman.