No.

Bending over against a wall, Roe arched her back looking to her left at the married couple as she presented herself, ready to fuck in full view, and block the blonde from escaping the room without going through them. Them that is if Aaron would come fuck her.

Aaron was torn, the choice of who to fuck and why trying to dominate a brain rattled with guilt for wanting to cheat, for having cheated, and the increasingly subverted feeling that something was off.

“Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” Jessica demanded glaring at the naked woman indecisive on a further course of action, fighting the urge to stare at the beautiful pale body.

Roe wanted to own her. The insolence, the resistance to the passive entreaties of her beloved idol. "Sit down boy." Roe commanded standing straight up. Roe smiled to herself as she strutted up to Aaron and shoved him over on the bed for not following her order prudently.

“I don't know wh..” Jessica ended her sentence mid word with a gasp of surprise. She could feel the breasts pressed against her back, the arms reaching up under hers and around to clench her breasts, she could feel a tongue dance across the back of her neck.

But she couldn't see any of it.

Bindy had come to play. Her quarry had become preoccupied.

“What the…” Jessica's latest sentence became garbled as some unseen object aggressively shoved in her mouth. If it weren't for the panic Jessica would've likely figured out its shape, and taste. Her eyes were wide with terror as her mind sought to make sense of the supernatural forces she was succumbing to.

Stepping closer Roe ran a finger across her slit and tasted it. It had been too long since she enjoyed putting a whore into her personal service. Licking a lip she stared at Jessica smiling malevolently. “Let's see what we have her.”

Jessica struggled, her muffled cries for help and mercy amplified by the duress of her dress starting to rip open. Where the fingers clamped over her breasts the fabric had begun to split, a light erotic scratch moving across her breasts as the dress ripped along with the fingers across to under her arms.

As the phantom clawed hands reached there, Jessica tried to break free from their grasp, bolting towards Roe.

Jessica was terrified, she had no idea what was going on, but she had to get out of here. She WAS getting out of here! As she moved to pass Roe she felt the sudden powerful hands grabbing her shoulders and halting her.

As Jessica lost her breath in the sudden stop she was pushed to her knees next to Roe.

Roe smiled to Bindy lurking in the reflection of the rooms window, so helpful Roe thought as she stepped around the now sobbing and crying blonde. Wiping a tear from one of Jessica's eyes she feigned sympathy.

“There, there. Everything will be okay.” Roe comforted stroking a hand through the still mostly straight blonde hair. “We're going to make everything better. Hell, if things go really well you will wear runny eye shadow with pride.” Roe giggled bemused by the sobs and gasps.

“Please. Just puh-lease let me go.” Jessica pleaded looking imploringly into the violet eyes of Roe.

“Sadly I can't. My saviour has looked into your husbands soul, and you… You my dear are the key to saving it.” Roe paused to let Jessica release a few sobs, looking at her with a curious wonder of how she could have ever sympathized with such a pitiful being. “Besides, you need to pay a penance for only trying to save yourself.”

With a tug of Jessica's hair Roe stepped towards the blonde and shoved her face into her snatch. As Roe laughed at the attempts by Jessica to avoid smelling Roe's wet pussy and resist her already growing temptations to lap at it she gazed at Aaron. As he stroked his cock with growing desire and arousal at his wife being owned by this woman before him.

Aaron didn't fully understand what was going on, his sex addled brain only perceiving the dom in the room putting he and his wife in their places. He awaited instructions, lusting after his turn to stop watching and start participating. Why hadn't he been offered a taste of that pussy?

Jessica was losing the fight against Roe on two fronts, between the hands holding her in place on her knees, and the single hand holding her face against the warm smooth mons, the scent of the moist pussy provoking thoughts of taking a taste, of laying flat beneath it.

“Submit.” Roe commanded with a malevolent grin, looking to her reflection and licking seductively towards Bindy. They were going to have fun breaking this spirit.