” So somehow I agreed before I could go to the next room the photographer and his assistant brought bra and panty of black color. I went to change a...d came back. I saw Ramesh uncle and the photographer were staring at my legs and tits.I was a little shy and was keeping my hands on my boobs. Photographer came to me and said, “Baby relax, you are the star, don’t worry all the actors do such photo shoots.” He took off my hands and he adjusted my bra. He put his hand in my bra and took one boob. ....his voice a bit higher and more desperate. Withhis head being held firmly in place he pleaded with Leanne while theylaced up the slack and he hung suspended totally helpless and unable todo anything but allow them to continue as they pleased."Stop.....oh,...please stop," he gasped "It's hurting my sides, and Ican't breath," he pleaded softly.He heard them walking behind him. The tight tension on the leather beganto sound again as Leanne torqued the corset even. How, she couldn’t say. It certainly wouldn’t be by the fit of her clothes. She’d been eating enough less since the rape that she’d lost weight.Finally, she decided that she really needed the support she’d been offered, and the streets weren’t in shape for traveling by bus. She called Eric Stewart.“Mr. Stewart, this is Candy.”“Hello Candy. Nice of you to call. Is there something I can do for you?”“I know it’s late.”“Not at all. I don’t go to bed for hours yet.”“Well, it isn’t late to talk, but. I didn't want to go there just yet, it was worth the wait. My body was being wasted just laying here only feeling my touch. It needed to be appreciated, I needed somebody else to see me touch myself, to watch my pussy throb with want. I got up and wrapped my bed sheet around my body. I walked over to my french doors, which lead out onto my balcony and pulled up the blind' s. Beyond my balcony is a public beach and at that time in the morning there were a few people jogging and checking out.