The building was a converted warehouse with some office cubicles set up on one end, darkroom on the other with the shooting studio in the middle. Deni...e noticed as soon as they entered that the studio had two sets, one a bedroom with dresser mirror, bed, etc. and the other a dungeon complete with torches, racks, chains and various implements of torture. Even with Kevin at her side, chills ran up her spine.The editor/manager of the magazine was not there, but an assistant, a Mike Collins greeted. The two, however, kept a lively conversation going, exchanging information about themselves, praising the quality of the food, talking about their favourite restaurants, music they liked, books they had read. They behaved exactly like two people on their first date.I had been on an emotional roller coaster ever since Ramon invited Caroline to join us. There were so many conflicting messages, I didn't know what to expect. Ramon had spoken of his rights. Did this mean he had finally accepted his. She started to fuck herself as hard as she could with one hand and rub her clit faster with the other, she could feel it rising in her now, the powerful waves were building, ready take her over the edge. “Cum over my tits now” she said it out loud, ordering him, wishing he were there. She imagined him erupting all over her tits just at the same time as she came. As she felt her pussy tighten and squeeze her fingers she imagined feeling his load land over her tits and nipples and as the waves. Again, your knee, shoving my legs apart brusquely, both arms slamming down on the bed on either side of me as you sink yourself into me with bruising force, driving the air from my lungs as you fall on me. I reach forward to embrace you — ‘Give them to me!’ Up, over my head, wrists together for you to pin me to the bed, with driving hips, iron grip, and your mouth, attacking my face, my neck, the delicate flesh underneath my arms, taut and distended nipples on my swollen breasts. My skin is.