Tony was pleased the way the day had gone. His method of delivering the magazines had worked wonderfully well, and to celebrate, he opened a bottle of...his best wine.Yvonne on the other hand, almost felt herself blush when her husband arrived home, and later on, when they were fucking, she was tormented by guilt, and vowed that she'd not do that again.* * * *Tony had minimal contact with his neighbour over the next few days. It wasn't by choice. He found he had business matters to attend to,. I've already given Goldie her share." Stevie, thanks. I mean, thanks for everything." Bud seemed embarrassed. "Will you be making any more cards or movies? I mean, now that your studio's gone..." Naw. I think it's a good time to lay low for a while. I might take a couple of pictures of Goldie but I'll have to hold on to them until I find another darkroom and get some new equipment. Mr. McPherson said he'd help but I'm hoping to go to art school this fall, so I need to save my money."Bud tucked. These rested against the front of herfeet and fastened by means of soft leather straps around her shins and feet.They held her feet in an extended position, as if she were stood on tip-toes.They strapped around behind her feet and prevented her from lifting her footout of a 'high-heeled' position. Beyonce tried in vain to fight against them,this was exactly the position she needed relief from, she whimpered silentlyat the exquisite cruelty of her bondage. She desperately tried to catch theman's. The girl moved the pen slowly up and down her butt crack and then pushed it inside, aiming for her asshole. She twisted and turned it, pushing her bottom closer to the hole until I could see the thick pen stick inside her rosy, puckered ass. She moved it, carefully, pushing in and out, until it disappeared almost all the way inside her, fucking herself fast and hard with her writing equipment.I gasped again, louder, spreading my legs finally wide enough to allow me good access to my steaming.