‘Son of a bitch, miserable fuckin’ bastard! I wish he’d leave me alone!’ ‘Lemme guess… boyfriend?’ ‘Yeah. Ever since he knocked me up... he thinks he owns me. Always checkin’ up on me – where am I, who am I with, when will I be home… fuck him! I wish he’d go away!’ I just look at her and give her a sad half-smile. Nothing I can say to her – life is what you make it. ‘Oh well,’ she sighs as she lays back down. ‘You smell good, what are you wearing?’ ‘Old Spice,’ I say. A lot of girls like Old. ?She looked up and saw herself framed in theornate full length mirror before her. ?See how pretty, how fresh and innocent.?She glanced toward him, ?No, look at yourself. Remember your old life, becauseit is gone now. You are now Mrs. Keane Von Serias,little Amy is gone, she?s your past.? She felt his hands on her back andflinched. The gentle caress made her want to turn but she kept her gaze onherself. She couldn?t even see him in the mirror the room was dark. A tightoverhead spotlight. They took a few more shots and then he made put me onto the set with the lit stage floor and handed me a bottle of oil. ‘Get that on you and rub it all over your body, we want you really glistening’, Tony cheekily said. I did what I was told and rubbed the oil into my tities and down my front, spreading plenty around my pussy. Tony had a mist spray and proceeded to spray the rest of my body, it made my light brown skin really glow and I shine. I was just praying they got some great pictures. So, there I am alone in the bed fingering myself. I am doing a bad job. I feel no pleasure at all. Since the time I learned the pleasures of sex, I never felt the need to masturbate. There was always someone kind enough to make love to me.Still, I try my best, starting with one, then with two fingers, three, four. I did exactly as they instructed on a website. It isn’t working.“A man’s penis is irreplaceable,” I say to myself. “If only I had an option.”Well, to be honest, I do have an option..