An odd looking shape that looked like a large bowl floated down, and then hung suspended in mid air. Behind the mold, there were some large piles of ...ats and foam padding, which Jordan imagined might be used in more conventional sex scenes."Take a good look at the mold, Jordan," said Tiffany. "That's where you'll be spending a lot of your time this afternoon." "How come it's just floating there like that?" asked Jordan. "That's some special technology that Dee Dee has developed," said. Stepping back, she grasped the neck of her shipsuit and pulled the seam open at the front. She opened it all the way, and pulled it off her shoulders and arms. As she stepped out of the suit, she caught sight of herself in the mirror built into the locker door. Her face was drawn, and her hair hung limply down her right side. Huge, dark eyes stared back at her, haunted with the pressure from the role she had to play. Tears began to roll down the face in the mirror, and Luisa finally turned. "I see daddy's little girl is very wet. You are a bad girl." I felt him squeeze a little more firmly until my cheeks started to split apart. His warm tongue ran across my tight little asshole and again I felt a surge of juice dripping out of my cunt. "Daddy, please fuck me! Please, it's been so long!" I reached behind me trying desperately to find his hard cock in the hopes of thrusting it inside me. "Daddy, my little fuck hole needs to be filled!" I was squirming around begging for my daddy's. But he didn't mind. There was no foul odor, only the mingling of her perfume and the musty scent of her pussy.Ross furiously worked his tongue as Mrs. Michaels pinched his nipples, rolling them between her fingers. She let go to lean forward and wrap her lips around his cock. He showed his appreciation by moving from her fuckhole to her clit, where he licked as hard and as fast as he could. He could feel the cum rising in his loins as Mrs. Michaels blew him. But he refused to spray. Not.