He wasn't really acook... well, maybe Mel saw him that way now, but he really just enjoyeddabbling a bit. Most of the books he glanced through looked...good - atleast the pictures did, but the more he read the recipes, the lessinterested he was. He set aside one or two to look through again. Themore he looked, the more interested he found himself becoming. Dietcooking? Now that could be a real interesting challenge. The onlyproblem was that all the things he liked the most weren't exactly. O slapped my ass very hard, leaving a good red welt.?A, I'm putting the blindfold back on you and then I'm going to fulfill your 'damsel in distress' fantasy.?And with that, the blindfold was buckled on despite my feeble head shakes of defiance. He then grabbed my hips and lifted me over the sleeping bag, with my helpless ass sticking straight up in the air and my body bent over at a perfect ass fuck angle. He then buckled the strap that had been threaded through the sleeping bag roll across. Me: You’re wearing a bra and a short pant. How’s that overdressed? I gave her a surprised smile.Layla: You’re standing naked, dear boy! Look at these tits (fondling them with her hands). Do you feel that I should enhance them?Me: Are you nuts? They are stunning. I can ejaculate just by looking at them.Layla: (Giggled) What other ways do you have in mind? Would you torture them?Me: Not at all! I would be gentle with them. I would cup them in my palms and roll my fingers over the nipples.Layla. Crowded the courtyard – Melina and Charley, Carol and Rebel, two camera tripods and a soundman. Just outside the courtyard, the rest of the crew looking in through a doorway (and simultaneously blocking that doorway for the passing drive-through customers).Then we’re with Charley and Melina, now side-by-side as the big girl undresses – her eyes never leaving Rebel. Charley doesn’t so much interview her, as just hold the microphone in front of her to pick up her questions to Carol.Melina removes.