Victor didn’t waste time. The next evening, we drove to Marco’s place — a big modern house on the edge of the city with heavy gates and too many guards. I sat in the back seat between Victor and Ryker again, wearing another tiny dress. This one was red. Short. Easy to pull up. No underwear. The plug was back in my ass, smaller this time, but still full of their cum from a quick fuck before we left.

“You behave,” Victor said, hand on my thigh. “Marco gets a taste. Nothing more. We stay in the room the whole time. He touches what we say he can touch.”

Ryker...