At least I know better now. Her answering smile was predatory. She stroked the fingers still buried deep inside me. I moaned and squirmed, my center s...ill painfully sensitive. “My little pet, I love the way you respond to pleasure.” Her expression didn’t change as she continued, “Just as I enjoy the way you respond to pain.” Without warning, her fingers twisted, and pain exploded where pleasure had just been. Curling up instinctively, trying to protect myself, I let out an entirely different. This job was going to launch her career and she was willing to do almost anything to get it. When this opportunity had come up, she had hidden -- or rather -- not divulged she was only 19. By signing these papers, she was going to be telling a lie. Still, she desperately wanted this job. Angel quickly signed the papers and handed them back to Karen who stuffed them in a folder.Getting back to wardrobe, Karen picked up the T-back panties and held them down so Angel could step into them. The. .. it's ... hard to believe Tom ... really loves me. No. That's not it. I'm sure he does. I can't believe I deserve him. I can't believe he can accept what I've done..." Does he know? How much does he know?" Oh, I told him everything when we first ... you know. Then, this time, I told him I'd slept with one of the other musicians." So ... is there any reason why you feel he might think poorly of you?" Yes ... and no. He says he loves me just as I am. He's always treated me as ... special .... At Sandra's request I began to kiss her. Her mouth was beery, smokey and a bit stale but her panting chest excited me. I played with her nipples gently and smoothed my hands over her skin. It was warmer and smoother than I thought it would be...I probably figured a 35 year old would be all cold wrinkles! My hand crossed her stomach and touched the top of her pubes. My previous, younger, girlfriend had been very blonde and had a relatively light growth of muff. This was the '80's and girls.