Diane has something to say

The men kindly guide Diane to the centre of the crowd, she is quickly surrounded by flocks of horny men wanting to get their hands on this most tantalising piece of fuck meat. The men are quick to start groping at her, feeling all over her body as well as tugging and caressing her mesh bodysuit. It's clear the lot of them have been pining over her each time they see her in the office since that first gangbang. Many of these men have wives and girlfriends at home, but it's clear that they won't let them do the sorts of things they do to Diane and thus they are looking over her like a pack of hungry wolves.

"Diane, don't you have something to say to these nice men before things get started." You interject, before things get too heated.

"Yes that's right." She responds.

"Why don't you boys take a seat for this." You instruct.

The men in the room do as you say, albeit with a curious demeanour about what exactly is going on. With all of them taking a seat on the sofas around the reception area or standing behind one, Diane is left all alone right in the middle of all of them. She submissively kneels down where she stands, on a rug in the middle of the room, as if stranded out on an island in isolation. Her heaving breasts have already been pulled out of the mesh bodysuit, however, this leaves them only marginally more revealed than they were previously. Some of the men already have their cocks out, stroking them to get themselves hard in preparation for what's to come.

The room falls silent in anticipation of Diane's little memorised speech.

"I just wanted to say..." She starts, with a sheepish voice.

You slap one of her big tits, causing it to pendulously sway before settling back down again.

"Ah!" She squeals out.

"Louder." You command.