"Stand up for me darling let's see how you look before I have you change in to more boring attire." He took her hand and guided her up. "My my, quite ... beauty, how have you not modeled in one of my ads yet?" She took the comment to heart because she knew she was pretty, but she did not believe she could pass as a model. She was 5"8, DD but she had a thin waist and almost no butt. Not to mention she didn't like her nose in the typical sense of a lady finding fault in nothing. She brushed. She had moved back from the door and was removing her clothes in a panic! She had everything off and half folded more like rolled and tossed into the box in I guessed 3 minutes. Her shirt, pants, bra, panty and shoes were all in the box with the bunched up tape and glasses.Slowly she pulled the leather hood over her head adjusting it around her hair, which she had to pull into a ponytail high in the back of her head so it would fit through the open part in the hood. She worked the laces. That way I'll be all smooth for the ladies I go in the shower and remove my pubic hair both front and back. When I come out for her to inspect the job I have done I notice that she already has the strap on hanging from her. What a sight she is. To think she is going to shove that up my backside shortly has my dick hard as a rock. She complements me on the job I've done and says bend over the arm of the couch and let me fuck that cute ass of yours. I do as she says and she pokes the head of that. ..I just wanted to be your whore. ..I just wanted to fuck your brains out!" As I said that I moved my other free hand to feel his cock that was springing to life and I was hoping it was about to become just one more of my victim that would be added to a long list of men in my life. A life that was already developed way beyond my years. "You fucking bitch!" Suddenly he slapped me again and shoved me down in front of him and pulled out his limp cock... took his free hand gripped my.