I mean, the right to photograph your body is ours alone. You can't go to another firm, you can't do commercials…any extra projects you desire to do ...ou have to go through us first."Chloe nodded dumbly. "Okay," she said. She lifted her drink to her lips and took a couple sips. The liquid was sweet, and warmed her almost instantly. She looked down into the cup at the swirling fluid, and took another sip. "We require that you sign a contract before even the interviews promising that you will. . now was it?Actually, I read the paper mostly for laughs. The Banner, as it was called, was about half a step above the average college newspaper. I thought of it as the place where all those journalism grads went who didn't get hired by The Post, or The Journal, or The Times. It was kind of fun to see what they came up with for headlines. They had a tendency to leave out punctuation that could be critical, or just use words that could have more than one meaning, such as one headline I saw. After pushing my tongue into her 4 or 5 times I realised I wasn't just tasting her. I paused with shock, a sharp pain went across my back, a belt or something cracked across my shoulders again. MD laughed, don't fucking stop slut. I see you've discovered what I did with my morning...... My husband fucked me good and hard from behind in the bathroom this morning, he didn't make me cum but I surely made him cum, can you taste it, can you feel it? make sure you get it all out. I lapped and sucked. Suddenly, Daddy stopped kissing me and I was terrified he had changed his mind, until he scooped me into arms and carried me over the one of the patio loungers and laid me down gently. Daddy pushed the bikini top from my shoulders and dropped them to the floor. His eyes dropped to my breast and his mouth opened as if he was going to say something but he didn't, he was totally silent.I gasped loudly as Daddy's mouth closed over my great and I let out the moan I'd be holding in. Daddy yanked my.