Emlyn's hand ushered her head just a little bit further down as she willingly opened her mouth. Her tongue rolling against the underside of his cock whenever he shoved it forward was a pleasurable feeling, making him wonder just how useful she would be if her body had accepted his fucking despite her mind's defiance. But that was neither here nor there, as his cock moved between her mounds and into the opening of her mouth repeatedly. Something he knew, however, was that unless at the last minute she chose to envelop his cock, there would be some on her face regardless of what she chose.<br/><br/>Emlyn's pace picked up a bit more, the feeling of her tongue spurring him onward to no longer delay his release. With one final thrust, leaving his head only partially in her mouth, Emlyn released his load. While most of it did go where Clara chose, not all of it did. The semen smeared on her lips as well, some of it even dribbling down onto her breasts. Emlyn exhaled heavily and grabbed the camera from the table. "Do not spit, do not swallow yet," Emlyn commanded, adjusting his position. Quickly, before she could retract her tongue completely, Emlyn snapped the photo, catching her in what he had wished for: a mouthful of another man's cum and 'allowing' it to stay on her. "A memento for now, a guarantee if your father does not comply," Emlyn said, taking the photo and beginning to shake it as he wiped his cock on her face. "You may swallow now, but if you think of spitting, then I will make sure you clean it up before you take your next punishment." With that, Emlyn put himself away, and walked away with a huff, moving over to collect his jacket. Removing anything of value from it, he folded it over his arm and moved to a guard, speaking to him in hushed tones and receiving something from him.<br/><br/>A few moments later, he returned. Clara was bodily picked up again and turned around, but this time, the sound of metal sliding into metal told her that her cuffs were being unlocked. At least on one hand. With her hand free, Emlyn turned her around and cuffed her hands back together, this time in front of her. And to top it off, his coat soon found it's way around her shoulders, his bigger size giving her plenty of room to hide herself within it. He may have wished to humiliate her, but that time had passed. Now he did not need his men further distracted. While he ensured the jacket hung well from her shoulders, Emlyn talked to his men. "Make the preparations, we're going to the fourth house," Emlyn said authoritatively.