Me: Sorry baby! The view of your body drove me crazy, and I got carried away.Tanya: It’s fine. You are so horny it seems. You got naked already.Me: ...es Tanya. I was watching porn for the past two hours. But it was you who really turned me on more than those slutty whores in the porn.Tanya (giggling): Really?Me: Yes darling. Anyway, what is your real size and figure?Tanya: It’s 34d-30-36.Me: Hmm. You have maintained your body quite well. What’s your secret?Tanya: Nothing secret. Maybe it’s the. My long feature article, and eventual book, were coming together, but I was pouty and fretful and I eventually unloaded on Joan, or Nicole or whomever.“I can’t do this,” I whined. “I don’t have anybody to sell this to. I want to be a journalist, not a prostitute. Well, a journalist and a prostitute. No, I want what I’ve always wanted. I want to make it on my brains, not my beauty”“Brains and beauty,” Joan replied, “everybody should be so unlucky. They didn’t stop Vanessa Bell, or her. She found the younger woman attractive in her vest top and shorts although she was embarrassed and crossed her arms to cover her breasts and pussy. Nevertheless she still felt aroused and she licked her lips as she looked at Stacey. Stacey wanted Katie to accept her full control and so ordered firmly, “Don’t be so bashful, Katie. Put your hands on top of your head like a naughty schoolgirl.” Katie was embarrassed but did as she was told and placing her hands on her head her full breasts and. And yet, she knew, she would find herself on another mission dictated by her Queen, and she would find herself, yet again, moving the pieces to fit her own narrative. It was deceptive, she knew. But she didn’t care. In this deceipt there was power. And Ahcetok, above all, craved that power.She was thin and svelte, gazelle-like. Her legs were long and awe-inspiring, and her torso was lithe and slender, almost serpentine. Her long, obsidian hair reached down to the middle of her back, and.