Nobody could maintain those proportions and walk, let along in those ballet boots. He zoomed in and showed us the tiny tattoo across the base of the n...ck - the word "slave" tattooed in Russian. Then, her mouth. Perfect teeth and lips just slightly larger than normal. He told me that she needed to be just at the edge of freakish. He never knew who he might want to give her to, so he had to keep her presentable. I could tell from the way he said it that he was disappointed he could not turn her. . he couldn't stop his own cock from hardening in his pants, and to his utter shame, one of the men noticed."Hey look! Junior's gettin' a hardon watchin' his momma give us head!" "No... it ain't that..." said the other, "He like's lookin' at momma's big fuckin' titties." Why don't you show Junior your pussy, missus?" One of the men suggested. That one caught Linda off guard. She stopped, looking up at the men in surprise. "Now..." The man said, looking meaningfully at Becky.Linda nodded, her. As I raised my knees and spread my legs. My dentist pulled my shirt up a little to uncover my panties and belly. He began rubbing my underwear and asked me questions about what felt good and all. As he rubbed I felt his fingers slipping under my thighband of my panties every few passes. Eventually he had my panties completely to one side and was now hovering over my body as he checked me in my mind, I was doing right by him and doing what I needed to do. I remember him running a finger in and. She had no interest in cars. "Probably another BMW or Lexus" she thought. When they got outside, Sam walked towards a bright red sports car at the very corner of the parking area; away from all the others. No wonder nobody had noticed.It was a red, 1972 slant nose 930 Porsche. It was not a kit. The bug-eye headlights were "frenched" into the front fenders. The rear fenders were radically flared with huge wide tires. Sara was shocked. She had never actually seen a Porsche before, not to mention.