Before I realized what has happening she clicked off several pictures of me, naked, on my knees, stiff cock and all. “Please, why are you doin... this to me,” I begged to know. Bridget suddenly looked angry. She walked up in front of me and slapped me again, this time much harder than before. I lost my balance and felt back onto my feet. “You stupid, fuckin slave. I guess I’m going to have to go over some of the basic rules with you since you’re too stupid to know any better. First,. I'll even be your girl for a while, and you can do me a dozen times a day if you want."The suddenness of her offer stopped my thinking. The devil on my shoulder thought of how nice it'd be to fuck the living daylights out of the pretty girl. The voice of the angelic me came through in my head, 'Hey, this is one of those people you're supposed to help, and fucking her won't help her. Moreover, she'll talk to the paparazzi or some freelance photographer will get a picture of the two of you. "You could have made some good money there, Stella." "No," Stella said. "I told him the truth." "The truth," I said. "What truth is that, Stella?" "I told him the truth," she said again. "You didn't say I couldn't do that." "You told him about me?" "I didn't say who you were. I told him I was following orders. I told him I was there to fuck him. I told him I would do it any way he wanted for as long as he wanted, because that's what you told me to do. That's. Please!" Spread 'em, damn it!" he snarled, and with timid obedience she opened her legs wider, exposing the glistening mouth of her cunt to his mercy. He planted himself commandingly above her unwillingly spread cuntal lips. He placed his palms flat against the inside of her smoothly rounded thighs, his thumbs resting on the glistening pink folds of her cunt. Slowly, he drew the gently pulsating lips apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to his gaze. Slightly, almost imperceptibly, he drew his.