Well, that would go, but not with porn. With porn, Boris had the absolute, strictest policy of not spending a dime. Nothing to do with leaving billing...traces giving way to blackmail or anything, he had bought some rather explicit toys under his real name and felt really okay with that. It had to do with him limiting his fall into the dark side of himself he could not help but be afraid of. He wanted to remain a fantasizing submissive, a so-called slave, he wanted to decide when and how he would. "God Vera..." Xi ran her hands reverently over the rise and fall of her waist. Gently, she pushed her backwards into the bed and crawled over her. Her eyes raked appreciatively over the lacy bra and panties that clung sinfully tight to her lush, bronze curves. She flicked her tongue over Agent 5's nipples as they hardened beneath the sheer bra then hooked a finger into the waistband of those panties and slowly tugged them off. Her stare lingered on her dripping sex in fascination and. She squeezed two more times and two more, almost indistinguishable pictures skipped by.‘Can we see those again please?Peaches sighed inside and did as she was ordered. The control to move back through the slides she’d prepared was in her asshole and she knew the man who’d asked to see them just wanted to humiliate her. She didn’t dispute his right to do it – she was a sex slave, it was what she was for – but she was tired and having trouble getting through the presentation. Why couldn’t they. “Our cabin is just down the trail and up a small path, if you want.”Nodding her agreement, Lucia and the young man slowly made their waydown the trail. His grip around her waist was surprisingly strong forhis lanky frame. She couldn’t help but notice the way her left breastrubbed against him as she leaned on him for support. Nor was sheoblivious to the fact that her light blue tank top provided him with aneyeful of her cleavage.“My name’s Lucia,” she mentioned, breaking the silence.He chuckled.