I whimper, “Please don’t stop, fuck, please, I need you.”You slap my ass harder when I beg, one cheek and then the next. You groan as you watch ...hem bounce before your hand lands on my ass again, two slaps to the right cheek and two to the left. You grab a handful of my hair and slam into me, pressing me into the records. My vision blurring into the mix of colors as my face and tits are pressed into your collection. Your hips lift me a little with a deep thrust and you bend your cock inside me.. "Another woman took Jena's hand and led her away.Jena kissed and told me she loved me. She said everything was going to bealright."Don't worry. My name is Kimberly," she smiled. "I will be guiding yourway through the day. You will be meeting up with your fianc?e along theway here and there."She smiled at me and she led me to a chair in the salon. Two middle-agedwomen were getting their hair done. "Don't worry we get crossdresser inhere now and then. It's so sweet that your fianc?e has arranged. Was I prepared for what was to come? You bet I was.I'd 'borrowed' my dad's camera, a Canon EOS 1D with all the bits and pieces that had cost him a couple of grand second-hand. That was a year ago and after a month of frantic use it had been pushed in the cupboard with all his other toys and he'd moved onto a huge train set that he was building in the garden shed. That was my dad for you, impulsive and quickly distracted, it was a good job he was well paid or his constant changing of hobbies. I got a look at the model and she looked like she was in desperate need of a big mac and a king-sized fries because she was all skin and bones. I never thought what with the pasta and the other good Italian food those women over there would have boney asses and caved in cheeks. Hopefully, she made up in enthusiasm for her lack of curves.With Nancy on the shelf, I was at a loss to find a suitable partner for a camping trip over to New Jersey. I knew that Maria hated the woods and constantly.