I answered by using my hard-won fashion credibility (I'd learned it without trying, but it'd still been hard on me), "I'm sure you understand that you... clothing styles will change noticeably after six months of my educating you about fashion. The trouble is that your current style is what you like the most, so if I describe a different style to you, then you obviously won't like it as much and you'll be disappointed. You're going to have to trust that I understand fashion well enough to know. It was for a new collection of bikinis. We went at the place the photoshooting was arranged at a beach where not many people go, woth rocks around. And there was jus a guy there, speaking greek not such fluently. He introduced himself as John. He said he is from holland but works many years in greece and he is a manager. He had a new young model from hollamd woth him, waiting in the car and that she is the one that we need to photoshoot. After he discussed some technical things with George,. She put her hands on my shoulders and asked timidly, ‘Would you hold me Mike? Please?’ As I put my arms around her, she kissed my cheek and rested her head on my shoulder. Then she began weeping as she pleaded softly, ‘Please, don’t think badly of me. I’m not really a slut. I’m just lonely… so lonely.’ As she started to cry, I tried to kiss away her salty tears and began rubbing her back to comfort her. Despite my good intentions though, as I held Jenny’s warm trembling body in my arms, my cock. Her ankles were tied together and then roped behind her head and arms.Her arms were tied and she was hoisted up hanging from a rafter. “Wait, what are doing? What’s happening? She hung like a pretzel in front of the circling thugs, pussy and ass hanging out.One of the thugs was swinging his belt, laughing.Her shoulders and hips were burning from pain.LET ME DOWN, LET ME DOWN PLEASEFully exposed and helpless she waited for her certain fate.36 hours laterMegyn lay in the crate, alone in the.