He had me put on my nipple clamps.He then wanted me to put something into my ass and fuck myself with it. I picked up the carrot I use for that. I mad... sure he had a great view of the carrot going in and out of my ass.Five minutes later I looked up to see Darcy at my door, she waved goodbye and I waved back. I’m still fucking myself in my ass with the carrot. I don’t know why she had to go back to school so Daddy could pick her up and bring her back here.“Who are you waving to, “ the guy. Early evening somewhere on Van NessAvenue. Dressed in a bright red strapless prom gown with sparklyrhinestone high heel sandals. Brightly painted toenails showing. Anelbow length red glove on each arm. Shoulder length blonde wig withblack highlights. A rhinestone studded tiara pinned to her hair and longdangly earrings brushing each bare shoulder.What could possibly go wrong?Jonell, which was Jim's femme name was about to find out.Earlier in the year she had been in San Fran for the Fetish. If you want they'll blow you. They'll do girl-on-girl action, and you can fuck either one of them, but they won't do anal. Not without a contract."Anthony grinned at hearing the mother's words. This is going to be easier than I thought, he gloated silently. One little advertisement in the paper, and they come rolling out of the woodwork."I'm sorry," Anthony improvised. "There won't be any contracts given out today. This session is purely for me to gather information about the girls. Any offers. Mum went out to work, and when the front door shut, Jean made us both a cup of tea as usual and then went upstairs with the vacuum, leaving her dainty soft bright red ankle boots in the back kitchen. All of her shoes were quite expensive and she had a pair of peep-toed black leather wedges that held her scent better than any of the others, but they must have cost a packet - so did her husband not think this an extravagance? Maybe not, maybe he was like me? I had a good smell of Jean's boots and.