The fact that he could sell my nude photos and make lots of money off of them from magazines and on-line websites didn't occur tome, yet. I was just f...attered to be compared to a "Playboy" centerfold model, those sex goddesses whose bodies every man craves. Ken seemed to be a man who seemed to know them well and it flattered me to be compared to such luscious women. "Do you know any real "Playboy models?" I asked suddenly. "I do know one," he said. "And, coincidentally, her name is Courtney. My excitement wanes when I discover her, but I get hot again, watching her and knowing that she is getting off watching me.Our excitement is feeding off of each other. I thrust two fingers into my pussy and rub my clit, knowing that she can see that. I hear her moan in response and peel down her bottom part so I can see her doing the same.Within a minute, I cum and scream. She moans loudly a few seconds later. We continue to rub, gradually slowing down. Finally, I remove my hands and lean on. A wave of sinister thoughts shot through my head, washing any remaining guilt away, and I kicked my legs back so my knees were up by my head, with my ass in the air, and I started fucking my pussy like a demon. I fucked myself as hard as I could, and if I was any stronger, I would have fucked myself even harder. In and out, deeper and hard, I could have broken concrete with my thrusts. At some point I dropped the phone and used my free hand to fondle my perky breasts, pinching my tits almost to. And idiots, both of them. One of them wrote ‘Dummy’ on the forehead of the other while he was sleeping. As a gag, for no reason. With permanent marker. The second friend had to have his sister show him how to cover it up with makeup for a month. He scrubbed it every night for that month before he could finally get it faded enough. Idiots.” He chuckled to himself and shook his head.He finally stood up and walked over to Emma. Emma tensed up but didn’t move or speak. She noted that he had a.