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brought out a small jar of the jelly. Peter rubbed it into the crack of her ass and then began sliding it deep into her anus with his fingers. Zola was shocked at first from the sensation of Peter’s finger in her ass. When he inserted two fingers deep inside her she gasped.
    She looked up at her husband but it was as if she was looking at a man she didn’t even know.
    “The camera’s all set,” he said. “Let’s do this.”
    Jake came over to the bed. Zola didn’t want to make eye-contact with him. He was a stranger. She felt she knew nothing about him anymore. She didn’t know who she’d married.
    “Okay,” Jake said, “line up with the camera.”
    He was speaking to Zola. She angled her body on the bed so that she was lined up directly in front of the camera. She lay back and looked up through her legs at the lens. She shuddered to think who would be seeing the footage. She wanted to get out of the room. She wanted to scream and cry and run for help but she was too afraid to move. She wasn’t ready to stand up to Jake. Not now. Not like this.
    “You want the front or the back?” Peter said.
    Zola looked at him. She looked at Jake. She thought she was going to be sick. The situations she was in was so far beyond anything she’d ever thought she’d experience in her life. There was a red light on the front of the camera showing that it was recording.
    “Wave,” Jake said.
    “What?” Zola said.
    “Wave to the camera.”
    Zola closed her eyes. She lay back on the bed. She just wanted this to be over.
    “You going on the top or the bottom?” Peter said.
    Jake didn’t say anything. Zola opened her eyes. She looked at him. There was a pleading in her eyes. She knew there was. She didn’t mean to beg but she knew that was what she was doing. Her eyes were begging Jake not to do this.
    “What’s the matter?” Jake said to her.
    She didn’t say anything.
    “Zola,” Jake said, his voice a little softer than it had been. He came over to the bed and sat beside her. She almost burst out crying when he did. “Are you alright with this?” he said.
    Zola held in her tears. She kept her face strong. She knew how manipulative Jake could be. She didn’t trust him. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. Was this a trick? Did Jake suddenly actually care about her, about what she wanted? She didn’t know what to think. Her mind was racing in a million directions at once.
    What was she supposed to do? She could tell Jake she was scared, that she felt alone and helpless and vulnerable. She could tell him that she wasn’t into this sort of thing, this lifestyle. She could tell him that she wanted to feel safe and protected in her life and that he was making her feel that everything about her life was precarious and could disappear at any moment. There were so many things she could tell him, but she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t say anything. She had to keep Jake out. That was the only way she could protect herself from him.
    “I’m fine,” she said. She smiled at him. It was a thin smile but it was enough. She looked toward the camera and waved.
    Jake looked at Peter. “You ready for this.”
    “You sure she’s okay? She seems a little jittery.”
    They both looked at her, as if it was her job to set their minds at ease. “I’m fine, Peter,” she said. “Come and have me.”
    She made room on the bed so that Peter could lie next to her. He was on his back, lying where she had been directly in front of the camera.
    Jake went and looked at the camera screen to see what kind of picture he was getting. “Perfect,” he said. “Now, Zola, start sucking him.”
    Zola got over Peter so that her back was to the camera. She was straddling Peter’s legs.
    “You’re blocking the picture,” Jake said. “Get to the side.”
    “Sorry,” Zola said. She got to Peter’s side and looked at Jake. He nodded. She turned toward Peter. He was looking at her expectantly. His cock was as stiff as a post sticking out