"Mr. Walker was quite calm, and he let the feminized man debase himselfon his knees for a few minutes before saying, "Forget it, Fifi, you'renot going...to get it clean. Take my pants off." Fifi looked up from thefloor, speechless, still holding the towel against his boss's leg."Do it, Fifi!" shouted Mr. Walker suddenly, making the maid jump."You're already in enough trouble as it is." Y-yes, Mr. Walker, I'm sorry, Mr. Walker," came the reply as Fifi setthe towel aside and began fumbling with his. She was, I had to admit, incredibly strong. No milk-drinking female myself – a Redguard warrior by My Father’s Name – yet she had no trouble imposing her carnal will on me, licking and biting around my over-sensitive dark areolas and elsewhere as I struggled beneath her. She emitted another guttural rumble as my exertions only seemed to inflame her – without doubt, they did, for she began to grind her sex against my still-heaving stomach. I glanced down; the contrast of her white skin. . well up and almost but, ...just before they would have gone off, would pull their dicks out! They must have been supermen she thought,... as she sucked so deep and so hard she was getting dizzy and her head was beginning to hurt? Dream like visions of a perverted smile from one of these sadistic men, one that seemed to have her bloody nipple in his hand flashed across her mind like pages of a book being flipped through at a rapid pace! Then the same image again, only this time was. He was also waffling between uncomfortable and excited. The familiar voice of Sergei the photographer clattered noisily behind the bright lights, but Olga didn’t need to hear the specifics. She knew the routine. First she sat next to the lad, looking sexy but demure while the awkward boy stared in amazement. She heard the shutter click four times. She moved to the next pose, cuddled closer to the boy’s nude frame, her hand on his nearly skeletal chest. Again the shutter clicked. Pose three was.