Mr. Stone's eyes flared with infused lust. Both hands on her tits tensed, the fingers plying at the mounds hungrily.

"Oh fuck," Mr. Craig groaned.

"Sweetheart, we are gonna enjoy you," Mr. Stone told her. His fingers tickled her inner thigh's little hollow area by where they met her torso. "We are going to use you for our pleasure. We're gonna treat you like our little slut."

Staring up at him Danielle caught her lower lip. Her fingers gripped the edges of the table tightly. Hearing his words . . . hearing him tell her their intentions . . . sent waves of desire rushing through her and made her...