Option one

My head was muddled from the continuous orgasms Svetlana was forcing upon me, but I focused as hard as I could, trying to pick the least terrible option...

After a few moments, I realized that option one had a big advantage over the other two...it wasn't supervised. Going into porno with Sally would have me on camera fucking all kinds of men, and being the personal sextoy of my wife's lover was just as humiliating.

As for being 'pimped out', couldn't I just give out a few bathroom-stall handjobs and lie about doing more to Sally?

"O-option ooone!" I gasped out an answer as Svetlana mercilessly made me cum again, my body twitching weakly as I tried unsuccessfully to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

Mercifully, Svetlana stopped almost immediately, pulling her fingers out from between my legs as she stroked my hair gently with her other hand. "It's settled then..." Her voice was deceptively gentle as she brought her lips close to my ear.

"You're going to be my whore. Now rest for a while...you're starting tonight." Kissing me on the cheek, she pulled her head back, her gaze a little too 'knowing' for comfort...

I'd made my choice though, and was too tired to do anything other than what she'd said...