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drink soon, right after they woke her for the next round. His hard-on was positively uncomfortable, but he knew the release, when it came, was going to be spectacular.
    Peter leaned against the kitchen counter, stroking his erection through his boxers. “Jilly is indeed something. She took me, all of me, and the way she drank me, holy shit. She deserved the two orgasms we gave her. And the size of that dildo. She’ll be able to take us both for sure. Yet she’s so fucking tight.”
    “Hold your horses, buddy,” Sean warned. “I get to direct the show, remember? And the next round stars you and Jillian. Not that you’re getting yours again right away. You’ll be getting her ready for me. Because I’m taking that ass shortly.”
    Peter nodded, looking a bit disappointed, and then his face brightened.
    Sean knew that look. “What’s up?” he asked, warily.
    “If you are directing, then I think we should film it,” Peter suggested.
    Sean wasn’t sure. “Jillian may have an opinion about that.”
    “Aw c’mon. It isn’t her say this time. She lost, and on purpose. We won’t save it or burn it to disc or anything. Unless it’s really hot,” Peter added. “And if we’re doing the domestic, no sex thing for a couple of days to build her arousal and make her ask us to pleasure her, we could use some movies to watch.”
    Sean couldn’t resist when Peter put it that way. “Okay. But take really good care of the footage. Because if anyone else sees it, Jillian will leave us, right after she removes our nuts and then kills us.”

Chapter Eight

    “C’mon, sweetheart, wake up now,” crooned a voice in her ear.
    Jillian muttered and slapped at it, only to jump when a nipple was pinched. She sat up, indignant, and saw Peter smiling at her from the foot of the bed, naked and erect. Sean had pulled back and was smiling, too. He wore boxers and a stupid beret. Oh shit, he was playing director. This was going to be interesting, but she thought she would make it a little hard for them. She took a few sips from the proffered bottle in Sean’s hand and realized how parched she was. Probably from all that panting and screaming. They were so thoughtful, but Jillian figured she had had enough…
    “I’ve changed my mind. The hanging from the ceiling thing cancels out the directing thing, Sean. Be fair.”
    Sean’s smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed. “No dice, babe, and there’s a consequence for protesting, so let’s get right to it.”
    Peter stepped away to reveal the video camera set up on the tripod at the foot of the bed. Oh no. No, no, no. Not a homemade porn movie. Jillian surged toward the thing and was grabbed up in midair by Sean, who easily wrestled her flat on the bed. Jillian struggled and flailed to no avail, and Peter helped tie her to the head and footboards.
    “Turn that off,” she gritted through her teeth. “I’m not being filmed.”
    “Sorry, babe, but you are. Now shut up or I’ll gag you. We’d much rather hear your screams and moans of joy, but if we have to…” Sean’s voice sounded menacing, and Jillian froze.
    “If anyone sees me like this you are finished in this city. Shit, you are done in the whole U.S. of A. and surrounding countries, do you understand me?” she said, quietly and with deadly intent, her corporate status showing through.
    “No problem,” said Peter cheerily.
    Jillian longed to slap him silly but contented herself with a glare. He would lose the next game and then God help him because she would have no mercy. She watched Sean hold out his hand and Peter drop something into it. Something that glittered and tinkled. What? Sean’s mouth descended over her breast and sucked her nipple hard into an elongated point. He let go and swiftly placed something on it. Shit! It pinched and stung, and Jillian whimpered, then went quiet as another, more interesting sensation flowed down to her pussy. Sean went to work on her other nipple and clamped it, too, then