”“And you want me to become part of your harem, to service these men in any way they desire, I assume?”“More than part of our ‘harem’, and... as to the service, it is limited to pre-agreed upon limits, which you set. Total honesty now. The other girls started out much as you have in the past day, but they have not become part of Maria’s and my heart. You are special. We want you as our friend, extra special friend, no matter what you decide regarding what I just explained.”Everyone was silent. There was an area about the size of a bathroom over to the left with a large red light bulb above the door. “Let me guess, the darkroom?” Mr. Jackson smiled and nodded.“The restroom is through that other door there,” pointing over his shoulder.The only thing in the room was an old wooden dinner table with a couple of cameras lying on it along with a couple of flash units mounted on poles. Teresa walked over to the table and started looking at the cameras, ignoring Mr. Jackson as he went on and. Angie giggled, and then took him by the hand."A little trick I learned from my best friend, Lenny, and yes, he's a guy. You take a clothes pin and use it to pick a lock. There we go! You're all free, and so is Dick!" Dick, oh, you mean, my penis?" Yes, exactly- your penis! It's yours, not hers, to do with as you please. Now, does it please you to use it for my pleasure, as well as yours?"There was only one possible answer to that question for Allan Dumont, who had not been laid in years. He. He could feel how warm and wet she was, and he reminded her of that fact. "I can smell your sex, and I can't wait to taste it."She moaned and continued kissing him, while mirroring his hand along her crotch, forcing him to rub her, before he ordered her to her feet.There she stumbled to stand, and he ordered her to remove her shirt and bra as he watched. She did as he told, and he just stared at her, his piercing eyes and charisma teasing her. She wanted him so badly.He then reached out and.