“This is going to be a test shot. I want the main focus to be your ass. Can you rest on your hands and knees and push your ass into the air for me?�...�I nod and crawl onto the bed. I catch him staring at me. “Like this?” I ask.“A bit more. Put your head down like you're doing a yoga pose,” he orders. I obey and when I'm finally in the correct position he nods. “Pretty good. Just bring your knees closer together and poke your ass up a little bit higher.” He pauses and waits for me. “Perfect,” he. But for now all I wanted was the thrill of silky material skimming over my bare skin. I had thought of buying a thin gauzy white dress, where in front of the mirror in the changing room at Zaras. I saw the fuzzy outline of my panties and bra. The thought of not wearing anything underneath had seriously tempted me. Oddly it was the colour white and the long journey ahead of me, that made me buy the blue flowery print mini dress. Still it felt both sensual, with its flouncy short skirt and low. He held it up for approval.Winsdor said, “Let me get this fan and raise the window real quick.”“I’ll do it, baby! Where’s the fan?”“Bedroom closet.”“Okay! Be right back.”Danny completed the work and lit up. He gave it to his precious doll first who took a deep puff and passed it back to him. He inhaled.Soon, they were buzzing.“I want that dick, Daddy,” whined Windsor.“Pull it out, sexy!”The beautician extracted the engorged member and stroked it slowly with his slender, delicate, manicured. She wiped her hand on the top of the blanket, then gripped his hair in her fist, pulling him closer for a deep and lurid kiss. Her tusks pressed against his lips as she forced her thick, slimy tongue into his mouth, she tasted of honeyed mead and metal. He relaxed into her arms, the sensation of her roving tongue exploring him somehow draining his will to resist her. He had read about kissing in books, a symbolic act performed to cement the vows of marriage, but this was different. This was.