She knows that last time we were here, She was posing in skimpy lingerie – surprising me totally – and I was filling my pants with spunk. “Hi Gr...ham, how are you?!” She says warmly. I mumble, thinking to myself, ‘oh here we go – tongue-tied again despite all my intentions of really saying things to Her this time’. I hand Her the worship sheets, and She laughs. She calls in Miss Leigh because, like last time, I’ve included Her photo in the worship sheet, in the scene where I’m gawping at Miss. The two cheerleaders followed Claire downstairs into what looked like the lobby of a museum. Directly in front of them was an enormous painting of a naked woman reclining on a bed. Each of the other three walls also boasted a nude — one a smaller painting, one a photograph, and one a sculpture.“This is Mimi’s private museum,” explained Claire. Looking around, Olivia noted that all four pieces seemed to be depictions of the same woman. After further study she decided that the woman was, in fact,. Ruth gawped. Juices dripped from her cunt and her skin was flushed. She was horny and loving the base fucking, but Daniel wasn’t. Why not? Her mind whirred… of course; he wanted to break her, didn’t he?She lowered her head, defeated. “Take what you want from me,” she whispered. “I’m a bad girl. Punish me.”“I don’t want to punish you. I’m not into that. I simply want sex with me to be different, special. Offer me something you’ve never given before.”Faltering, Ruth gaped. “Like what?”“Ever had. Too late for the last bus, which had departed long before the last order call, but Pia was so out of it she slept in the most awkward of positions, oblivious of her condition or state of dress. We were part of a ‘Hens night out’, and now we are so pissed and somehow, I have the honer of the ‘Bride To Be’ passed-out, across my lap. Perhaps you guys might answer this question, Is fucking the bride to be, a massive turn-on for other males, making them prime targets on their last nights freedom? A.