She felt sick, she had to get away, but something held her there. She almost wanted to see how sick and perverted the whole thing would become. Then she would have all the evidence she needed to make David order her a taxi and get her out of this dreadful place. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she realized how cruelly she had been deceived.

"I suppose you're feeling your usual horny self," said David pleasantly to Alva as the two of them watched Mandy rubbing her pussy and moaning as the lust built in her.

"Oh yes, sir," said Alva shyly. Her hands were on the hem of her dress and she slid it up, showing her panties to David. "I'm really wet sir, look at me."

David reached out and ran his fingers over the damp nylon.

"Of course," he said smoothly. "I think you deserve to have that sucked, don't you?"

"Oh thank you sir, thank you," Alva gasped and rolled her hips shamelessly on David's hard hand.

Beside her, Mandy was going crazy as she rubbed her little pussy and came.

"Oh shit!" she gasped. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

Her little cunt twitched and throbbed, and she gave a low moan as the orgasm overwhelmed her. Her knees sagged, and she almost fell to the floor.

David laughed. "What a little cunt!" he said. "Now bend over the platform."

Mandy gave another gasp and went instantly to the waist-high, padded platform, a few feet away. She bent down, face to the thick, soft carpet and spread her arms, still moaning and gasping.

"Legs!" David commanded, and Mandy opened her shapely legs, spreading them until her thighs were wide and showed the damp crotch of her panties. David walked slowly up to her and flipped the short dress up to her waist, revealing her rounded ass, the suspender belt and the lacy strips of fabric that held her stockings up. Mandy presented a wonderful sight, though Gloria was sickened at it. The girl's legs were stretched tight, her knees locked, and her heaving ass was high in the air, moving slowly and lewdly as Mandy moaned, hugging the top of the platform.