Given how my life has changed so much for the better and how good I feel ever since I meet you and Constance, you're right, I'd always prefer to stay ...ight here... with you and the others. But... what if I had to go someplace else?"Claire saw the concern on Isabel's face, squeezing her hand she gave a small smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but we all love you Isabel and there isn't a thing you need be afraid to discuss with any one of us," Claire pulled the other woman into a. One goal down, one to go. The eighteen-year old had Goal Two in plain sight. She was going to make it happen and concocted one of the naughtiest, perviest plans imaginable. Grace’s part-time job was nude modeling. Horny men paid good money to practice photography, taking photos of her naked, golden body from every angle. She struck a deal with Lenny, one of the more talented photographers. He would get one free session with her in exchange for a favor she wanted from him. Lenny was all for it,. I was frustrated. I was horny and I was frustrated with my husband. After all this while we have sex and the first thing he does is falls asleep while tongue-fucking me.I got out of the room in frustration and decided to explore the other rooms. The mansion was quite an extraordinary place everything was old and yet it looked classical.While I was wandering down the hall I came across a painting on the wall. This painting shook me to the core.There was this so realistic looking man. Probably in. Feeling it cruelly rammed deeper and deeper until it is buried to the hilt in my throbbing hole. Hearing myself whimper and beg as a disembodied voice from behind whispers "now we begin." and then hearing my own screams radiate through out the room as the searing liquid drips from the probes tip into my ass. Scream after scream escapes my lips as the excruciating fire rips through my ass. Moaning I turn and run from the exam table, from the cruel probes and the suspended enema bag only to.