I asked her how it looked outside as I squeezed up beside her. "It looks like a river," she said with confusion. "No,” I chuckled. “Is there any d...bris or anything floating towards us?" "Oh, no. There's nothing. It's clear." "Okay then, out we go," I said, not quite able to get myself to the window. Katie swung the rear door open. But as soon as she did, water splashed up from the rear bumper and poured into the car. She squealed, but I urged her on, pushing her out with my hand firmly on her. They are of her in various sexy outfits and bathing suits. Some are VERY erotic. He has said some very suggestive and flirty remarks and has expressed a desire to direct her for a photo shoot. He also wants to help bodypaint her with me.We meet Jack at the beach concession stand around 1:00. It's a perfect 85 degree day and overcast. She is very nervous, having only met him in person one time at his work for a few minutes while on the way to the beach. She wore a sexy plaid skirt I made for. Kathy Lee watched and sipped her wine and fingered her own pussy. "Ride him, cowgirl!" Kathy Lee called out loudly, holding his glass a loft in a toast. "She can be a real fucking bitch sometimes," Hoda whispered into my ear. "It's all right. When we get more comfortable I'd like to hear the stable story." Hoda blushed and smiled and resumed riding my cock. Since my cock actually broadens towards the hilt she could only get about three quarters in before I felt her withdrew slightly. . I promised myself I would put my foot down and demand that we talk. Maybe therapy. Inevitably, I bent to Matthew’s control until finally one Friday night late in September, he bent me until we broke.--“Be ready for everything when I get home,” he texted. Everything didn’t include even a hint of real intimacy, I knew. I fantasized about resisting him while I shaved my pussy smooth, took an enema, and showered. I imaged having rational conversation with him as I put on ‘slutty’ levels of makeup.