"I don't know Mark. I mean it looks good, but there aren't many places youwould really be able wear a red dress that's cut like this," Cindy said loud...nough for the woman behind the counter to hear. "Why don't you try on theblack one."She had Mark go back to the dressing room and change into the black dress.Cindy came in as he was zipping it up and helped him with the zipper. Shesmiled and clicked on both vibrators again. Mark immediately swooned intothe physical stimulation and his eyelids. And eventually, you reach the point where at 800 or 1000 lbs. It’ll be like stepping on set concrete. So, the first question I would ask, in the courtroom of discovery, how deep in your sand? What is the compression rate at half an inch, inch, three quarters, etcetera?“Next, how dry or wet is your sand? If it’s desert dry, the sides of the print will cave in immediately. This will mess up your measurements and make a plaster print impossible. The same is true if it’s too wet. Try to make a cast. “Sorry, Sidney. I will let you go after this no matter what, OK? I promise.”With a sigh, I crouched over her forcibly spread legs. There was a horrific repulsion on her face that I just couldn’t reconcile, so I flipped her over. The buttplug was pointing right at me; I figured I might as well take advantage of Angeline’s efforts.It was indeed a huge arrowhead buttplug and the clenching anus forced me to sink a hand in Sydney’s juicy ass to yank it out. The exhausted celebrity found the strength. I laughed. Before I left, I told Ms.Purdy about our peeper. She laughed and said, "I'll get even with her next class." I wondered what she had in mind but didn't ask.As you can imagine, I felt like I was in heaven. I was being paid to expose myself to a room full of women, and got a blow job after each class to boot, with promises of better things to come. If that's not heaven, what is it? I was horny all the time and jacked off each night pretending I was masturbating in front of the class.At.