"Someone like Eric," I said, "he would be hard to resist. Don't you think?" She nodded slowly, not sure how much I knew, but certain now that I knew s...mething. "Have you ever fantasized about him?" I asked, between gentle licks on the length of her labia. Again, she simply nodded slowly, measuring my reaction, trying to figure out how much I knew. "I can imagine a horny housewife masturbating on her bed while a man like that works just outside her window," I said. I took her entire vulva into. ‘Don’t worry puta, it will be all yours soon enough, but you’ll be in too much agony to appreciate it.’ ‘Like that’s supposed to scare me,’ I replied confidently. My mouth spoke the words but it was Raymond talking. I’d been Raymond once upon a time, a professional boxer back when the sport was a big deal and televised, something that meant nothing in a world where television hadn’t existed in over a century. He was smart-ass and knew the value of a bluff, because, truth be told, it scared the. I wasn't sure what I thought of the idea of a lot of eyes beingon us as the photographer snapped our picture.We stood in the middle of the road with Cinderella's Castle behind us asthe photographers directed a couple of poses for us. I was still alittle embarrassed and as she brought her scanner to me, I wanted totouch it quickly and get back to our group and out of the spot light.I heard Steve behind me as he asked for one more picture. When I turnedaround to give him the evil eye, I saw him. "I am going to teach you a thing or two about your attitude." His hardened cock pressed soundly against her stomach. Her breasts protruded downward alongside his leg in the chair."Daddy, no, you ...," again she told him no, and immediately realized her mistake. His hand lifted high in the air and fell swiftly against her buttocks. She shrieked with pain even thru the material of her clothing, it stung like fire. He swatted several more times before he stopped. She felt his hands begin to caress.