She pressed her hips into Gillian's ass, and the feel of the woman's expensive leather garment sent a shiver through Gillian, even before she felt the heat of Rose's cunt, burning right through the dress and into her flesh.

Dean worked one of Gillian's nipples, pulling at it, rolling it hard, until Gillian gave a moan of pain.

"Don't you love that?" Rose whispered, tightening her grip on Gillian's other nipple. Her hips pressed even harder against Gillian's ass, forcing Gillian's pussy into the table edge.

Gillian sobbed. "Yes, yes! I like it!"

"Do you like this?" Rose whispered, sliding her fingernails over Gillian's nipple; biting in hard, until the bound blonde writhed.

"Yes, I like it!" Gillian wailed, pain throbbing out of her nipple, her arms struggling to get free, yet only tightening the strap around her neck.

"Good," Rose purred, then slid her hand down Gillian's back.

Gillian trembled and bit her lip. She couldn't take any more of the whip, but the idea of having another woman's hands on her ass was almost more than she could stand. On top of that, Dean's fingers were still working her nipple and something really horrible was going on close beside her, as Alda worked the cook's stiff cock right into her throat.

"Hey, big boy, you really can get it up," Alda crooned, holding his cock in her skillful fingers.

"Told you," he gasped, then slid his rock-hard fucker right between Alda's lips until it was all in her mouth and throat, and her wicked little tongue flicked out over his balls.

With her lips caressing every inch of his cockflesh, Alda worked her mouth back up and ran her tongue over his throbbing cockhead.

"How about you fucking my ass?" she whispered. "Right in front of little Miss Virgin there?"

She giggled, sinking his cockhead back into her throat.

"Sure!" he gasped, his cock fucking harder.