I grunted as he banged my pussy senseless from behind, slapping my ass hard and pushing his dick so far inside of me, I could feel it in my throat. He...grew tired of that position and told me to lay on my back. I don't really like missionary style and neither did he.He pushed my legs back so far that they touched the bed. He then pointed his dick down and used it as sort of a dipstick then slammed up and down inside of my pussy. I really liked him at that point. I almost think I loved him. Not. I'm not at all upset with you."Nikki, who was flushed with embarrassment, said: "Rachel, I really didn't mean to invade your privacy, and I'll be more careful in future, I promise you." Don't worry about it. We're models. Our bodies are our principal assets, and we have to take constant care of them. They've got to be pampered and exercised, or we're outa business. Nakedness means nothing to a professional model. Among us girls, we walk around the house nude all the time. As a matter of fact,. I’ll usually tell him to stop before he can finish. B B: good Xan: Okay, now I’m trying to make you jealous Xan: Is it working? B B: i hope he continues fucking you B B: and, no… Xan: Damn it B B: NOT anymore Xan: I bet I could get ya worked up B B: I just got ‘Henry’ under control B B: I DO wish you’d try, tho’… Xan: If I were to tell you that he loved the blowjob I gave him last night… all of them, in fact. How I took it all the way to the back of my throat where his head fit. The black guy, his name was Joe, but I didn't know it then, forced his entire finger, which was pretty damned big and long, let me tell you, into my asshole, and then wriggled and twisted it around inside me.My whimpering complaints meant nothing to the men, who had already classified me as their plaything. I realized this, even in my numbed and exhausted state, realized that they would do as they wished and would ignore any protests.I knew I was about to be sodomised, probably more than once,.