"Somebody take a photo. I want to see the dress." About ten phones appeared but one kid walked straight up with a photo from my Exorcist gag. Oh God, ...etween the rolled eyes and the hideous dress, I looked like the Bride of Frankenstein. But otherwise it actually looked quite realistic with my head perched on the wedding dress and the shoulders of the painted clown. The only thing spoiling the image was my hair, which was hanging down through the hole. I quickly wound it into a loose bun and. It stayed erect for what seemed like forever, while the photographer coaxed Innocence into different sitting and standing poses with a variety of backdrops he selected. Some of these backdrops featured bedrooms or other rooms in a house. Some of these were outside scenes of mountains, lakes or cities. Others were completely surreal – such as outer space, mythical countries or prehistoric environments. Sometimes Innocence would be asked to hold her penis forward in some triumphant pose.. That is so fucking nice you little tart I placed both my hands on the back of her head and controlled the pace of my cock invading her throat. I constantly told her she was a slut/whore/bitch/tart and tramp but always told her that she was such a good cocksucker. Every now and then Id catch Gez looking across then back at the TV, I moved the hair from the side of Alices face and held it with my hands, every time he looked over hed have an unobstructed view of Alices mouth being stretched by my. I was turned to lay upon my stomach, long fingers stroking the rounded globes of my bottom, pulling them apart to rub the oil around the flowered bud of my anus. I tried to move away from that hand, even though tiny electric shocks seem to pulse from those fingers, and was swiftly punished, a resounding thwack on my bottom being more than enough to hold me still. He pushed gently into me, taking my mind from the other hands that rubbed and stroked the thick oil over me. More oil was gathered.