Susan started to move out from under Michael rolling him over so that he was under her. She sat up on his cock moving it as far up in her pussy as po...sible. She sat there for a moment, then just barely moving on it she slid her hips back and forth about an inch. There was just enough movement for Michael to feel her clit riding his hair and the bottom of his shaft. Susan leaned backwards and kept riding his cock. Michael had a great view of her cunt filled with his shaft, and of her big tits. ’‘Good. Be here at 9 am. I will book the rehearsal room. Have you ever been tied up?’Angie thought carefully. ‘Well’ she replied cautiously, ‘I am happy to try anything.’At 9 am the following day, Angie’s indoctrination began. There was a lot of ground to cover but the first essential consideration was Angie’s stage appearance - costume, shoes, make-up etc. Markus handed Angie the costume that Nancy wore on stage.‘Here, try this. See how it fits.’Angie took the outfit and looked at Markus. ”“Juice, I have some money saved and I would be happy to loan it to you until you are ready to pay it back. No pressure to repay.”“Thanks for your offer, but I am looking for your support, your friendship, and your discretion, not your money. Now, please don’t judge me. The guy works in the porn industry and said that there is a growing demand for bodybuilder type women that earn good money posing for a 5-minute video. I would be naked but no sex involved. Can you pick me up and stay with me. And she’d call him, “Daddy.” Maybe that was it. Our dad and how he treated us. Let him fondle and we’d get a treat. Let him kiss and we’d get a reward. Not just money, though. He’d give us attention. Love. This was so cliché—abused girl becomes slutty. And incorrect. A lot of girls don’t become like this. I certainly didn’t. But this poor girl still needed that attention, that reward of love in the form of penetration.After she was done with her john, she went back to the kitchen, wiping cum.