She looked at it, wonderingly. She found looking at it to be a quick and simple way of gauging the effectiveness of her poses. She wanted to use the p...wer of her body, wanted Mark and men like him to hunger for her, desire for her, long to ravish and take her nubile form.For Mark, the evening seemed like a dream. It was a dream, a fantasy, a pretty, naked teenage girl dancing and prancing around in the most provocative poses she could think of. Visions of her luscious breasts, her silken. Janice slipped the satin straps over my arms and up my shoulders. Thefabric of the bra was satin/polyester blend, and just a tiny bitstretchy. The construction of the bra was like a sports bra, with widestraps, and a curiously high neckline, front and back.Janice turned me around, pulled the bra tight around my chest, and thenfastened the hooks, one by one."Here, we'll set the hooks to the outer-most row of eyes," she said."You mean, this is the loosest?" I asked. As Janice pulled the bra. ”“Cum on a girl’s face?”My boner was coming back, while I held Sabrina in my arm, with her hand on my chest working its way down. “Something about a beautiful girl,” I was saying, babbling, while my heart began to beat harder again.“Yeah?” she said, looking up at me again. Not the same doe-eyed, purring kitty look from before. More the look of a hungry dog wanting to make me its bitch. And devour a bone.“Beautiful, innocent-looking girl,” I was saying, more focused on her hand venturing into my. “It’s noon and you’ve been asleep since yesterday evening. Get up.”“I’ve had a stressful few days. Shut those people up and let me lie down, woman.”“You know Sasha is still around, right?” Her words were spoken in a sweet voice this time, enticing and seductive.That perked me up. Leaving that black-skinned whore in her room had been the hardest part of yesterday’s endeavour. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and with her previous owner now dead, she was mine for the taking. Just like any other.