With a shriek, Corrine ducked down and covered herself up."Sorry!" I shouted, averting my eyes and chasing after the damn tarp. "The wind got it, hang...on!"By the time I had retrieved that fucking tarp and returned to the van, my beautiful "actress" was already dressed, the brief costume I had picked out from her closet a day earlier hidden beneath a bathrobe to protect her from the wind."Sorry, Corrine! Sorry! I didn't see anything!" Then why apologize?" She smirked knowingly at me and hurried. She's so... shoddy."Shoddy? Martha was shoddy. But --"And ugly."Ugly?"But why?" What do you mean but why?"Green dragon eyes, loading up fire canisters."Why? She's just my friend." Was, Eric. She was your friend. I'm your friend now, Eric."She licked my ear, pausing to nibble and then bite it. Suddenly the hand crawling around my cock was gone. She was standing up, the green and white jumpsuit gone, nipples hard and ready."Fuck your friend, Eric."My hard cock pounded into her, toppling her onto. Ask permission to shower, masturbate, or sleep. Ask permission to play with my pets (internet/text sex slave type things). I agreed, he agreed, and he told me I would be punished for putting those pictures up in the first place.My heart raced, and suddenly I was wet. But it was late, and I was tired. He said I could play with myself if I made a recording of my moans, but I felt it was too much trouble and went to bed.The next day, I went on a little search to find my pink plaid tie. My. Definitely a keeper."Now Rosalinda had to speak. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you both are talking about?" You will, Roz, hon. Anne, shall we explain?"Anne was headed for the lightswitch. "Yep. Just a sec."Then the lights went off, and everything became very clear to Rosalind."So what do you think of Rosalind, Raffy?" Dude, what do you think he thinks of her. She's a hottie, dude." Vincent, man, I'm asking him. We already know you've got wood for her, okay?"Vince was furtive. "I.