Cameras and action.

Mr Williams' room is dark. Not that it is poorly lit, but rather it is made up of dark woods and brasses. The atmosphere is imposing and masculine, making clear that even where he sleeps Mr Williams is THE man in total control. As he releases your shoulders, you notice the two cameras resting on their tripods, one facing the base of the large bed, the other the side. Before you can open your mouth to voice a question, a heavy metallic 'clunk' makes you jump.

"There," Mr Williams steps away from the door. "Now we won't be interrupted."

He slaps your ass as he walks around you, the **** of the blow makes your whole body shake and you teeter in your heels. You don't even try to hide your moan as you enjoy it. Stalking around the room, HIS room, Mr Williams turns on the first camera before sliding a key into a drawer. You realise the sound you heard was the door being locked, that Mr Williams has now trapped you in here with him. His words, 'you no longer have a choice' play through your head as your silken thighs begin to rub together. You find it's getting hard to breathe again and you almost want to pull your tie tighter just so that your lack of breath make sense to you.

"Stand in front of the camera, Kiddo," Mr Williams instructs, shedding his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt as he stalks around toward the second camera. Being stripped left you feeling small and ****, but it seems to be the exact opposite for Mr Williams. More like he is a beast free of shackles, swelling up at last to his full size. "I want a good memento of the virgin girl you used to be."