I bring you over to the bed and you get on all fours and I kneel behind you. You spread your legs for me and lower yourself and push your ass out and ...ook back and say "Here this will make it easier to get that cute little penis to go in me. I push your panties to the side and put my cock in your warm wet pussy. It doesn't take long and I feel that I am about ready to cum. Not ready for this to end I pull out and turn you on your back on the bed and spread your legs and start to lick and suck. “Ok. And I am Ayesha”. “Nice name”, she said, smiling again. ‘Was she hitting on me?’, I could not tell.She was eyeing me from top to bottom. I was wearing a blue coloured top with white flower prints on them. It was sleeveless and collarless with low cut back as well as front. Below, I was wearing a tight denim three-fourth jean. My hair was left open. I had a pair of small ear rings on me. A small necklace was wound my neck. A thin single anklet was around my right ankle. A bracelet was. . . she looks somewhat like you. Are you aware of this?" The woman made no answer. I waited, but she said nothing. Stymied, I took a different tack. I indicated the chain, the manacle around her ankle. "Are you being kept prisoner here?" I said. "Are you here against your will?" Again there was no answer. "You must tell me," I importuned. "If you are being kept captive I can help you." "No," the woman said, in the same low, even tone. "You cannot help me." . . but they look good to me," Kathy said as she brushed against him leaning in to inspect the photographs."Crap, Kathy, pure crap!" Scott said, going into detail to explain what was wrong with each photograph. "Of course, I can correct the exposure problems and jazz up the lighting, but that doesn't solve the basic problem." I don't understand what the problem is," Kathy remarked. "These pictures show the machine--whatever it is--very nicely." Granted," Scott sighed, "but they lack glamour. They.