"Good beer?" he asked her.Cookie looked at the can and shrugged. "I guess so. I don't like beer."Sharky laughed and took another drink from his can."T...at outfit looks so sexy on you, kid. I forgot to tell Jack to have you wear it, but I'm glad you did."Cookie shrugged again and finished her beer and Sharky quickly got her another one, popping the top before he handed it to her and depositing the tab in the trash can.I took a swig of mine."Do you know just how pretty you are?" he asked. "It was a muscular Black woman in a white string bikini, on a foldinglounge chair. Her expression brooked no hesitation on Throne's part.Despite the additonal discomfort it caused her, the slave moved faster,heading for the demanding woman. Next to the Black beauty's chair was astanding slave whose body was devoid of hair, pink and smooth everywhere.This one wore towering heels, mesh stockings, a chastity tube, and apunishingly tight corset that forced the excess flesh of her chest up intoa. ” She knelt before me with a glint in her eye.She ran her hands all over my metal-clad groin and behind and tugged lightly on the side-straps. I fought down the urge to pull her face into my crotch.“These straps aren’t right,” she observed. “Even if we let it out a bit it will bite into your hips and creep down.” She undid the side ties and peeled the bikini bottom off of me. She studied the metal garment quizzically.I became very aware of her mouth just inches away from my exposed pussy. I. Then next pose I took myself. I sat on table one leg on floor other on a table in a manner that my heel was touching my vagina. The saree of that leg was pulled up to the thigh, the pallu on the bale and my one arm on the head. The other hand was resting on the elbow over the head.This made my underboobs visible to the maximum limit. I bite my lower lip from side to give horny look. When I saw that photo later on TV. I was looking like a whore, desperate for sex. It was one of the best photos.