These two angles, one up close view of the violation of Meredith’s most intimate area, the other a close-up focus on the degrading act Heather was performing on the man. Meredith’s screams echoed off the walls, raw with pain, fear and revulsion. Heather Udell watched with a grin as the scene unfolded before her. Heather’s confident fingers peeled her swollen and drenched pussy lips apart. The cool air of the room prickles at her exposed flesh as more and more of the men remove their clothing, their intent clear in their hungry stares. Meredith can feel her own sex throbbing in time with Heather’s circling fingers, an ache building within her, a desperate need to be touched, to be filled, to prove herself. All of that potential isn’t a mirage when it matters most. Her voice raw with agony as she was instantly penetrated again. Her gaze flicked downward, studying the intimate landscape. Heather clearly enjoyed the show of obedience and the erotic buildup.
