“Now, you’re going to suck his cock just like you did before. You treated it so well.” James’s voice has taken on almost a hazy sort of quality, like he’s already lost in the moment. “Colt, she’s a little shy,” he muses. “You might have to ease her into it. Take her by the back of the head and rub it over her mouth.”

Colt does just that, taking a handful of my hair to hold my head in place before running the head of his dick over my mouth. I stare at his chest, unwilling to look him in the eye again.

“Lick it,” James grunts.

I extend my tongue. Colt groans softly, and something salty hits my taste buds. I do my best not to react like I noticed anything.

James grunts his approval. “Now, feed it to her. Make her take it all the way.” Colt lowers my head, guiding himself between my lips, pushing me down until my nose touches the hair along the base. He surges in my mouth, crammed against the back of my throat, and I struggle to keep my throat relaxed so I don’t start gagging. Too much food is in my stomach. It wouldn’t end well.

I’m not here. I’m far away. This isn’t happening.

I repeat it over and over in my mind, wishing that I could believe myself.

“Nix. Don’t just stand there. Get her pussy ready for you.” I tense up all over when I realize the plan. Nix is going to take me from behind while I suck Colt off. And all the while, their father is going to direct the action like his own live movie.

“Come on, Leni,” he murmurs in a tight voice. “Give me a little moan. Isn’t it good having all that cock in your mouth? Won’t it feel so much better when you have another one up your cunt?”

Colt’s hand tightens, tugging my hair, stirring me to react the way his father instructs. James’s dark chuckle turns my stomach.

“Nix, get her nice and wet.” I shudder in disgust when Nix’s hand cups my pussy, massaging it. “Drag your cock up and down her slit. That’s right. Tease her a little. Make sure she’s good and hungry for it.” Hungry? I couldn’t be more disgusted. There’s no way I could get wet over this. Not with them. Not with him watching.

“Spread her cheeks. I want to see her asshole.” A tear rolls down my cheek while my head bobs up and down. Cool air touches my most intimate places, and I want to scream, but all I can do is take it. The humiliation.