It’s not unreasonable, is it? Don’t we often ask friends to show off their outfit. That’s all it is. I bury the thought that you are speaking to...me like a director auditioning an extra. I smile and do as you say, feeling my face blush a little and feeling rather self-conscious. A feeling which grows a lot when you tell me to turn around to let you see all of me, asking me in your auditioning director voice to bend forward, complimenting my figure and bottom in a rather detached and appraising. And her breasts are hanging down. And I'm sliding in andout of her tight ass. And I'm giving her a reacharound. I don't knowhow I got here."Oh, I'm your faggot. I'm your faggot. I'm-your-faggot-I'm-your...fuck meharder!"(Did I mention we love dirty talk? Because we do.)I do. I speed up. I don't know how she did it, how she grew this. ButI don't care anymore. The three weeks of separation. The blood rushingto my heads as she worked me up with her body. The countless times we'vefucked with. ? My sex slave was no longer a teenager.? I had given her quite a birthday party a few weeks earlier.? Streamers, cake and so much more.? That's another story.I had wanted her to make a mistake; it's why I told her to speed up.? I love her when she gives me a reason to punish her.? This afternoon will be a torture session for my slave."Stand up and turn around, slut.? I want to cum in your asshole."Her brow furrowed.? She's so cute when she pouts.? While looking sad is fine, she's not allowed. One of the affectionate eye-candies transferred her clutch from Antonio’s arm to Gavin’s and the party made their way to the waiting limousine. Champagne was distributed and Antonio started Gavin’s orientation. Gavin’s arm candy turned out to be Attyka, his translator/hostess/guide for the weekend. Antonio would be busy with the fashion show but Attyka would be at his disposal 24/7. Attyka smiled and stretched her long dark-chocolate toned legs into the center well space. Her abbreviated.