Somehow, the uncertainty seemed to fade as she thought about looking into his eyes once again. She smiled for a brief moment before picking up the pan...ies she had laid out. The thin white lace felt nice against her skin. She moved to the vanity and took a seat. In her mind, she knew exactly how she wanted to look for him. She kept everything very natural and soft, yet drawing attention to her eyes. Her hair had dried and was in need of a good brushing. As she drew the brush through her hair,. I opened up my web browser and went to the website where the live chat was supposed to take place. At first there was nothing, and then all of a sudden there she was, as stunning as ever. Although I look at her pictures and watch her videos everyday, I am always amazed with her irresistible beauty. Her dark, straight hair was laying gently off of her shoulders. She was wearing a black leather jacket that was all the way unzipped, revealing a skin tight red shirt underneath. As always,. She moved slowly to the mirror and gazed in disbelief at her reflection. A chocolate covered smear coated her lips and surrounded her mouth. She drew closer to the image and saw that her teeth were no longer white. They were the same color as her lips and Rose saw tiny chunks like brown corn, stuck between them. How could this be her reflection? She was looking into the eyes of a depraved creature who bore very little resemblance to the teenage girl that everyone knew as Rose. Suddenly she was. She managed to stay upright by leaning on Yvonne’s leg but was gasping for air. My anger spilled over.“You little bitch,” I shouted at Yvonne, “did I give you permission to make her cum?”In reply she almost burst in to tears and dropped to her knees next to Rose and looked shamefacedly at the carpet. Rose, with the sudden shift in support fell sideways and lay curled up still breathing heavily. I allowed myself a long pause to gather my thoughts. I glanced at Mo who was looking as sternly at.