More details on the party

As they rested, Mick's softening member still deep inside Jen, he pulled her head back towards him, speaking into her ear. "Let's get you dressed up for the party, shall we? It'll be streamed, so it's important that you look your best."

As muddled as she was, Jen was still fully brought to attention at that, her head turning back to look at Mick in surprise. "S-streamed? You're joking, right?" The thought of having whatever perverted acts Mick would have her do displayed on the internet was terrifying enough to spark a bit of rebellion in Jen, even after how increasingly hard she found it to stand up to him.

Mick's hands began freely roaming Jen's body as he replied, feeling up her curves appreciatively. "There's no way I could take ownership of something so beautiful, and not want to show it off, is there?" Finding her nipple, he idly began caressing it as he stared her down, pressuring her to give in.

Jen bit her lip to keep from showing any response to his touch, trying to compromise a little. "Can we at least...hide my face somehow?"

Still locking eyes with her, Mick shook his head slowly, but firmly. "There's no point if you're not recognizable. If you keep talking back to me, I'll send your husband a link of the stream before we begin." Mick didn't mention anything about Dave finding the recording afterwords...it was already a given in his mind that Jen's husband was going to see her at her most shameful.

Defeated, Jen lowered her head. "F-fine..." Part of her was fuming, but a larger part was in despair...Mick seemed to have no mercy, and complete control over her actions.

"Good girl." Mick finally lifted Jen from his lap, standing up and going to get dressed. Jen began collecting her clothing as well, only to be stopped. "No need for that. You'll be wearing something more revealing for the party anyway. Follow me."

Without looking back to see if Jen was following, Mick strode over to a door near the room's stage, planning on getting Jen dressed...