Then they made me wear tight officer wear. A push-bra that raised my bust. They put some packing to make my cleavage look bigger. They also gave me a ...eautiful pair of heels. By the time I was ready, I had looked like a professional, highly qualified, office-going woman.The shooting began. First, they shot all the initial scenes – me entering the parking lot with my assistant. Walking past those workers and stand next to a car. Then Golu was pulled, stripped, and he cried.He was natural at. For the most Part I knew it was all part of the game but I just could not let go of the fact that she had peed in my mouth. I found myself wondering if I still loved her. Worse if she still loved me. When we got back out in the car I did cry. I cried all the way home. I stole a glance at her once and she had a shell shocked look on her face. It was the same look young c***dren get when they know they are going to be punished but they don’t know how yet. “ I love you Sarah.” I wanted to make her. "Bob clenched his teeth in an agony of pleasure as his niece began to stroke his cock. "Ah you are good at it Alison, you know the right way to stroke a cock. Keep it up and you will soon have me. Better get a Kleenex, there will be a mess in a minute or so. Ah God."Alison was in control of matters. She smiled up at his grimacing face as she stroked, "No need for a Kleenex Uncle Bob." She bent down and closed her lips around the big knob and continued to stroke until he blew his load in her. I stared at the two sisters and the four boobs. Stroking my cock, Jesus it felt good. I wanted to fuck both of these sister bitches. But. Whitney.Melissa decided to go for it, go for me. Stacy leaned on her, and they wrestled on the couch. Stacy had the height advantage, and she started out on top. She pinned Melissa down."You'd better hurry. Trent. She's feisty!"Melissa struggled more and Stacy had to climb more on top her to keep her down."Get your tit out of my face!" cried Melissa. "I can't.