The price washigh - but I ordered it.When the parcel arrived I had forgotten all about it. I had some problemsas it was addressed to Ms Terri Woods. I...succeeded to convince them thatthe company had misspelled. As I opened it, I discovered that itcontained something rubbery. It also contained two thick user manuals. Ithrew out the Spanish one at once.Fortunately the manual had a quick guide. It mentioned that I should puton the suit at once I got home from work. That would make me lose. “You have been fucked on a torture tension table, an X-cross, front and back on a sex horse, got a piss enema, and been just plain fucked how many times in the last, what, five and a half days, including just six hours ago, all of them pretty damn memorable ... and you want MORE?”“Well, I am a bad girl with poor judgement, as we all know. Spoiled and entitled. I want what I want, and I want your sex. I have been spoiled with good sex recently. Make that ‘more spoiled.’ Please?”“Say ‘pretty. It was only a second before I felt that cock of his rising with excitement against my stomach. Mark was getting hard from a kiss and the expectation of what was gong to happen today. I was getting wet with the same anticipation of what might happen.Our lips separated and Mark looked down and slowly untied my robe letting it fall away and exposing my breasts and the bush of my pussy. He stepped back and opened the robe wide with his hands which then showed the front of my entire body. He looked. He looked up for a second with glazed eyes, and said, “Hey.” They were all in their early twenties (except for Cindee, who according to everything I knew was eighteen), which meant I was the oldest person in the room by about ten years. And they all seemed to be high as hell, which was no surprise in the foggy room. I was even starting to feel it, not just the champagne, but the pervasive marijuana smoke and the relaxed atmosphere. They were watching MTV. Well, they had MTV on the set, but they.