Alysia felt a warmth form in the pit of her stomach as Esther kissed back, and might have continued if not for the rude individual in the middle of it all.  She watched, worried, as Carl buried himself in Esther's mouth but there was little she could do.  She hoped the woman could take it.  She shifted her attention, licking and teasing at where Esther's lips met Carl's cock, trying to tease him into pulling out a bit more.<br/><br/>She couldn't say she was overly surprised when he turned his attention back to her, and she quickly sucked in a breath as the bulbous tip of his cock found her lips.  She rolled her eyes up to look at him, curious of his expression, shifted her knees for better balance, and tried to shift her hands so that the handcuffs stopped making them throb.  Then, she felt him pushing into her mouth.  She relaxed, breathing raggedly through her nose until even that was no longer a possibility.  It was worse than it had been with Clyde, but all she could do was take it.  She fought down her gag reflex, relaxed her jaw and throat, and just let him in.  She felt him slide into her throat, felt it tight around him as her eyes watered and her lungs burned.<br/><br/>She was thankful of Esther's help, or what little she could see of it, and knew that all she had to do was endure.  He was hardly going to choke her to death.  If anything, it was a sign of dominance.  A way for him to show her where she stood.  She was a millionaire child of a former billionaire, he was a wage slave, yet here they were.  His cock buried in her mouth and throat, her saliva dribbling down her relaxed jaw and off her chin.