”Part of my job at the Boutique was to be a walking mannequin. Seline said I was a perfect size six, 35-26-36, with perfect B-cup breasts. I’m fiv...-foot-six, have lite green eyes and long reddish-brown hair. So, Seline would dress me in something different every day, accessorize me, and do my makeup.I had been working at the Boutique for about two months when Seline was headed out the door. She stopped suddenly and turned to me. “Lesley, darling, I’m having a little soirée tonight, I would love. ‘Lets go back to the house,’ she whispers with a smile. She grabs her towel and darts off the beach. Eric scrambles behind her, gathering up what’s left and chasing after her. His cock is starting to stiffen with anticipation. He is catching up to Amber as they sprint up the street. Luckily their house is only two hundred yards from the beach. Amber is first into the house and she dashes thru the breezeway and into the back yard. Eric follows her and picks her up. He swings her around in his. Her eyes were still close and she had that usual mysterious smile on her face. She was breathing heavily as her boobs were dancing with the rhythm of her heart beat. I felt very ashamed as well as nervous for this action. I apologized to her for this and told her that she has been in my dreams from the very first day I saw her and today the as she was so close to me I couldn’t control my deepest desires. “You have made me wet by your sweats, just look.Now go and have your bath and I will dress. " He walks forward, easily clearing the distance between us, placing his hands on either side of my head. He's pinned me to the door and leans forward, brushing my lips with his. My heart races and he presses his body firmly against mine, kissing me strongly, wrapping one arm around my waist. My breathing comes fast and he lifts my tiny body up, carrying me through the house. I can't help but wrap my legs around his hips and he dumps me onto a large bed."Stay. And..." He bit his lip, staring at.