She sends him to despair

He is no naked and without his glasses, John is trapped in a world of blurred shapes and shifting shadows. He can’t see their faces. He can’t read their expressions. He can only feel the weight of their attention and it crushes him.

The mafia don’s fingers tighten in his hair again, slow and deliberate. The tug sends a tremor through him he can’t hide, he can feel his cock becoming hard. He feels his body pushed on the bed and can {mob_boss} standing over him with only her panties on. His breath breaks, uneven and humiliating.

He tries to speak.

“P‑p‑please—”

The stutter shatters him as his throat closes.

Tears spill before he can stop them.

Not now. Not in front of her. Not in front of them.

The don’s hand covers his mouth and other around his throat. Her touch is controlled, confident and he feels himself fold under it. She must have remove damp, black, lacy panties off, because she stuffs them in his mouth to replace her hands. She release her other hand around his throat. He feels his wrists are being restrained to the bed post and he makes out the red head mafia boss staring at his penis. He maybe emotional wreck, but his member is completely hard.

He want stop crying, stop shaking. They’re both watching. They can hear everything. He has to perform or she will leave him.

But he can’t stop.

His wife steps closer from the doorway and sits on a chair. He can make out her fingering herself as he can hear her intense breathing. Her presence unmistakable. He feels her attention like a spotlight, sharp and impossible to escape. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t intervene. She simply watches him unravel that bring sexual gratification.

And that destroys him more than anything the don could do.

Please don’t leave me. Please don’t slip away. Please don’t look at me like I’m already gone.

He feels the {mob_boss} embracing his erect penis and then another tear. Another tremor. Another humiliating sound muffled by the black panties.

The don leans close, her breath brushing his cheek.

“You’re not afraid of me,” she murmurs.

“You’re afraid of letting you be taken in front of her, but you have to. Or I will take her from you. Or maybe, I will take you from her.”

She moves her hands around his penis, I can feel her hands gripping tighter and tighter and begins giving me hand job. Each seconds seems like an eternity until I feel my cock explode and he also his wife orgasming. He then hear the mafia queen whisper, "I am going to make my bitch tonight as your wife watches."