“You will strip for me, as I command, and I will take the photos I need. Do you understand Gemma?”“Y… yes Sir.”“And do you know what each ...lash of my camera means Gemma?”Mrs Blackwell’s head dropped and she held back her tears as I slowly explained the new reality she was living in.“N… no Sir.”“It means…” I paused so she would submissively look up at me, “it means everything I see, I own. Do you understand Gemma?”The distraught woman wiped a tear from her eye as she managed a reply for her. It’s not my fault the mutt is dumb enough to stand that close to me, so I grab him and use him to clear the screen. Pat mutters something about lawyers on his way out to her job at Hooters. I doze off on the couch from such a rough morning. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! What the fuck? I ask myself, when did Pat install a solid brass door knocker? Nothing worse than Tuesday morning Jehovah Witnesses, and I’ve had it up to here with them. The pellet gun I stole from my grandma looks just like a real. I'd like that," she answered with a little moan, her concentration on the wonderful feelings in her cunt. "Mmmmm ... that feels so good..." He felt the weight of her body as she pressed down on his hand and wiggled her crotch on his palm.After a few more thrusts in and out of her with his finger, He took his hand away. He used it to angle his cock straight up towards her slit as the shapely youngster straddled his lap. The tip brushed over the slick, hairless outer lips of her sweet cunt, then. ”Sue forced herself to walk to near the end of the runway to the spot marked where she should start her routine. She stared out into the audience as the music started with a slow throbbing beat, but the lights blinded her so that she couldn’t see a thing. She stood motionless, unsure if she was going to get sick and could she actually continue. It was totally loathsome and perverted, but since her parents told her a return to the punishment was at stake if she failed so garner many points, she.