The winner will get a special prize. How does that sound?” “What’s the prize?” Bob calls out my name. I step into view and hear a gasp. Making...my way down the stairs, I make sure that I sway my ass seductively. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I stop and stand with my hand on my hip in the classic model pose. I am not displaying a dress I am displaying myself. I feel very naughty and can feel the wetness in my pussy. “Well, folks what do you think? Is this prize worth the price of admission. ‘Fuck that pussy’, she cried, ‘oh, fucking fuck that pussy. You fuck that pussy. Keep doing it. Aaaaaaaaa! Ooooooooh! Oh, shove it in. Shove it in deep. Shove that big cock down my pussy.’ Cher had a handful of my ass with her manicured nails digging deep. I didn’t let that bother me. ‘You like that?’, I asked, ‘you like my dick in your pussy?’ ‘I love your dick in my pussy. Aaaaaaah! Oh, It’s so big. It’s so deep. Ooooh, fuck! Oh, it’s so big! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, fuck me. Fuck me more. Fuck me. I sat for a half hour or so, on purpose to get myself worked up enough to go for this. I then zipped up and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I went into a stall and took out my cock and went, still half hard, I played with myself enough to get hard again when someone came into the bathroom, I let my stall door fall open and I watched as a older, maybe mid 60's guy dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, a little overweight but looking like a classic truck driver walked towards the urinals. " Slave, look at me."Willow had kept her head bowed, mostly from embarrassment and her eyes were looking at the floor. At Page's words, she looked up for the first time since the questioning had started.Page was sitting in the leather chair with her legs crossed and her hands on the arms of the chair. When Page saw her look up, she slowly uncrossed her legs and held them together for just a moment, then slowly parted her knees. This continued until her legs were as wide as the chair would.