When I awoke the next morning, I momentarily forgot everything that hadhappened. Then for a second it seemed like a strange dream. Then Ifelt that m... chest was wet and protruding immensely from my body, and itall came rushing back to me. You would think that I would have felt ahorror at remembering it all, but all I could think of was how much Iwanted to go get shoes that would help me get men to fuck me. Afterthat thought hit me - that was when I got scared. Clearly I could atleast handle. . so i enter! Inside feels warm, i’m on the edge as we start kissing frantically; with you held up i walk forwards. Your back hits the wall. ‘Ah’ you shout, but begging me to carry on. I thrust forwards and backwards, in and out, trying to get as deep inside you as i can. Your bum cheeks slap against my hard thighs. Your breast swing and hit me in the chest. A little trickle runs down my leg. I don’t think it is my cum though. ‘Faster, harder’! You yell out. I do so. Your hands run through my. Maybe sports photography would not be her specialty after all. She could easily see herself shooting erotic photos for magazines.Cara, Ami thought, she enjoyed being nude, but didn't get the thrill out of it like she did. Cara was more a voyeur. Ami knew that Cara got hot looking at Kelly when she was oiling her skin. She couldn't blame her. Kelly was another body that was designed to arouse passions. And Laura... Laura generated a different kind of heat. Sensual. Ami hoped one day to get Laura. The command was so strong she wasn’t even breathing. I stared down at her big breasts jiggling to a rest, my anger flaring.“You can move. But you are never to attack me, Janet, or one of my slaves, whore!”Thoughts itched.Bianca moved. She let out a mad wail, scrambled to her feet, and bolted out of my bedroom, running as fast as she could down the hallway. I grimaced, the acrid scent of piss filling my nose. It flooded down her thighs, dripping onto my carpet.“Don’t run, you filthy bitch! Oh,.