You lift your ass so I can pull them off of you. I hook my fingers around the waistband of your jeans and pull your boxers down with them. Your stiff ...ock is released. I take it in my hand. You flinch at my chilly fingers, but soon your flesh against mine warms them. My hand is at the base of your shaft. I place my mouth at the head of your cock and lick it gently, my tongue swirling back and forth. I hear you moan. Your prick is still in my mouth as I look up at you, to see you staring back. I. ’ ‘Why’s that?’ Maisie asked freeing her hand from Susan’s hand and leaning over to stroke the outside of Susan’s tee-shirt where the breasts should be. ‘And why can’t you show them like everyone else?’ ‘I’ve always wanted bigger breasts,’ smiled Susan in a matter-of-fact way, which surprised Josephine who’d never heard her express any feeling of inadequacy about her appearance. She tugged off her tee-shirt and revealed just how very small her breasts were. Maisie stretched both her hands out. "Hey. Uhh, you thinking about something?" Dan asks as you open thedoor. "No, I'm good, why?" He points to your finger, and of course eyes yourlipstick. You forgot taking it away, but who cares, he saw it and heknows what's happened the last few days, so what's the point? Dan stepsinside after you prompt him to come in. He heads right for your roomand sits down on the bed, looking at you expectantly. "So tell me the whole story, what did you do in The Construct thismorning? And what did you plan. ?Do we understand each other, dear??Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.?Good,? Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The masked man let go of Megan’s nipples. With a soft moan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.?Now,? said the director, ?smile for the camera.He snapped a dozen or so photos, capturing the girl’s bound form from several different angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal insult through her gag. She continued.