Their stories are almost always the same--they fantasize that some serial killer would rape and murder them. While most of them have been sufficiently...sane to admit, after a few rounds of e-mails, that they don't really want to be murdered by a serial killer, most had dropped subtle hints that if the erotic writer should decide to track them down and rape them for real, it wouldn't be the end of the world. The erotic writer would usually oblige, insofar as writing a story featuring them as. She seemed hesitant for whatever reason but ended up giving it to me. I called her....I forget what for, that night but just told her I would call her the next day around that time. She called me at like 1am but I was too tired to answer the phone. I waited until about 11am to call her. I won't bore you with the details but she needed a ride somewhere. I went and picked her up and she kept thanking me and apologizing for how bad she looked. She really didn't and I told her that but I told her I. .. I wasn't embarrassed just now, so why would I be embarrassed if she would use me as her nude model on that day." And then Sandra squeezed Frederik's hand and said, "I'm sure everybody will get to know my body much better before my ADP is over, and I'm sure that Melinda is still planning to play with me today and during the following days." But aren't you afraid of that?" No," Sandra said with conviction, "I think I have an idea how I even can get her embarrassed when she does this to me.". She placed her hands on his hips, turning his back towards the bed and pushed, causing him to tumble backwards onto the bed. She stood up, hands on hips and giggled. The look of surprise on Jared’s face was priceless. Millie’s gaze took in the sight spread before her. Muscled legs, spread open, a beautiful 9 inch cock, nestled in a patch of dark curls, the rise and fall of a toned chest, a mouth that worked wonders and eyes that you could drown in. Millie crawled between his legs, her nose.