I stripped naked....and began to dress....panties first, then the stockings...they were hold ups....the corset was front fastening...so it was easy to...get into on my own. I fastened the suspender clasps to my stockings. then stepped into the heels. as I fastened them I heard lee say "mmm...blonde I think" I looked up as he opened the wardrobe....the camera stood on a tripod....behind it hung leather bondage chains and shackles....oh god!he took out a long blonde wig....walked to me and put it. So I pulled it a little below her knees, took the oil in my hand, and started massaging her feet. I slowly started sliding my hands inside her petticoat but only went to massage her calf muscles.I wanted to be careful. I noticed she was enjoying it. I was applying pressure and giving her relief from her pain. Her expression was turning me on, but I kept myself very casual. After a while, I stopped.The next day, she came to me and asked for an oil massage. I just pretended to say no and. It squeaked, but not loud enough to make any sort of impact. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and made my way up to my room. I unpacked my bag, setting everything neatly inside my now empty dresser drawers. My mom had decided to use my room as some sort of storage now that I was gone, so there were random boxes here and there. I was not sure why they did not just change the room completely. They did not want to think of us as grown up, so we still had our own rooms, that looked just. He knows the effect it will have on the young girl, and in minutes the drug has worked its magic.Maurice cups her chin in his hand. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells her.Holding Amy against a table, the master pimp slips a hand under her skirt. “Do you want to get fucked, baby?” he says, caressing her gently. “Are you ready for a big, fat dick?” His fingertips rub the teenager’s silk panties against her vulva, and she gasps.“Oh fuck...”Just then, Shane walks by.Amy’s heart skips a beat. Of all.