But I was probably not the best person for that. I was afraid of dogs and I smelled like sex, which is why he was so agitated.The director quietly sai..., "Spread your legs, bitch. Let him lick your cunt."I was still standing. His mouth was level with my dripping pussy. I somehow found the strength to obey and I spread my legs about shoulder width apart. The dog's tongue snaked out and with that first lick his incredibly long tongue moved between my legs while I fought to keep from screaming out. As part of the process of Amanda slowly removing my shirt I’d had a nice fondle of her bottom and her big naked breasts and she’d slipped her hand down inside my briefs for a feel of my cock and balls. My cock felt it was about to burst out through my briefs.Amanda came across to where I was sitting for me to take her panties off. Her big breasts bounced deliciously with her steps. She turned her back on me, bent over so her big breasts were swinging over the card table, grinned at me over her. She put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and looked upat the ceiling-mounted cameras.� She clenched her teeth as sheimagined Eve smugly watching the video of her surrendering herfinal, wispy garment to the control of the state.She tried to ignore the laughter and wolf whistles as she steppedout of her lacy underpants and tossed them into the crate in frontof her.� Eve had been right.� Natural blondes were popular inprison.She tried not to think about the prying eye of the camera as. But something in her confused mind told her to remain silent about those terrifying pleasure-filled moments. Lucy might be so frightened as to want to return to Los Angeles immediately, or even to report the incident to the local sheriff. Far from wanting the man arrested, Sandy fervently hoped that he would return again soon."How do you know I didn't meet my Prince Charming on the beach this morning?" Sandy replied, trying to keep her voice light and humorous. The two girls were just finishing.