"You're going to suck each one of us off," he continues, "And if you do a good job, maybe we'll let you go back to your husband." His words are like a cold shower, snapping you out of your daze. You struggle, trying to push away from Mr. Castellanos, but he holds you firmly, his other hand now fisting the front of your dress. "Please," you whimper, the gum sticking to the roof of your mouth as you attempt to plead. But your protests only seem to spur them on. Mr. Castellanos chuckles, his hand moving to the side of your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're going to love it. Just like you love the way they look at you." He pulls your face back to his, his cock now freed from his pants, pressing against your cheek. "Open up."