I still can't believe that Ginger Lee swallowed for me and that I have the proof on video.Here's the bottom line. I still fantasize about her from tim... to time. If meeting Ginger had been the only thing that happened during this challenge, it would be one of these secret-treasured memories that I'd be savoring on my death bed. I can't even say that it won't be anyway. Fwiw, I loved the off-camera Ginger as much if not more than the on-camera version of her. She easily would have been my. So...what's youranswer, Tammy?"Tamara's more sensible side wanted to say no, thereby keeping her,Maggie, and Larry safe. But the idea of upsetting someone asbeautiful and as powerful as Julia Stroud seemed like a terriblething to the former boy as well."I won't betray you, dear. I promise, you and your friends will besafe," Julia softly remarked. "Please say yes. Your Mayoress missesyou so much."Tamara remained silent, lost in her indecision.Julia delicately whispered now. "Say yes, Tammy." Her. The way I've positioned the blinds, I can look straight into the bedroom, rather than down toward the floor or up at the ceiling. It doesn't matter because what she does next makes me shoot my load all over the shrubbery.When she gets closer to the bed, she squeezes more lotion onto her hand, lifts her right foot up on the edge of the bed and rubs lotion on her leg. From my vantage point outside her window, looking under the blinds, I'm staring right into her pussy. As she shifts her leg. I would learn what she needed and become her complete body servant. This was not about my pleasure, just hers. She was going to train me, condition me, and modify my body to suit her. She told me I needed collagen injections in my lips so I could have ?cocksucking lips?. Some permanent makeup would make me look a little more feminine. Eventually some implants to give me real tits and some liposuction to give me a better figure. And, of course, some tattoos of ownership in the appropriate.