I'm a freelance photographer and I'm looking for the next supermodel. Have you ever done any modeling?"She kind of giggled and said, “No! I’m not ...odel material.”“Oh, but you are my dear! You have the look I’ve been searching for. Your blue eyes and gorgeous long hair are perfect for my needs.”“And what are your needs?”“Well, I take pictures of girls in various outfits and send them to my clients such as L.L. Bean, Eddie Bauer, Lands’ End, and others. Some have gone on to become highly paid. You did that with your free will for me your Mistress." On the bed on your back now and leave that dildo you seem to be enjoying in your ass." I did as I was told and knew what was coming next. "Do your job right and you may get a reward." You slid onto the bed and straddled my face. Without hesitation I opened my mouth. "Very good boy. You must really like cum after only one session it looks to me like you are dying to clean me out." Sitting just above me you started to play with your tits and. A hand cracked her face in a sharp slap:"No you don't, Bitch. You look at me when I fuck you. You remember your first," he screamed.The cock began to move within Julie. She could feel her inner walls massaging the length of the man's shaft; Every vein. Her sex was becoming slick with each thrust of the monster. She cursed the damn hormones for betraying her body. The aroma of sex drifted up from between her thighs to assail her flaring nostrils. Their words shamed her. She was unable to lock. He wanted to tit-fuck the luscious brunette before ramming it to her silken pussy and hotly sensuous ass. He wanted to do so many obscenely exciting things to both naked girls that Buzz was confused, like a sailor running wild in a whorehouse.For years he'd screwed anything he could get, usually women like the salesman's wife, Linda. Hot, eager pussy, but easy stuff - tramps. At his fingertips, he now had a sultry, wildly sexy brunette and a foxy, hot-pussied young blonde, his own daughter. And.