"Why do you ask?" I've always wanted to pose for one. Not really raunchy poses, like with my legs spread out, but flirty ones like Playboy. Could we d... some of those?" I don't see why not. There's a market for them, particularly for young girls like yourself. They do like the ones with bigger boobs, though." Screw that. I've got what I've got. Let's get started." So we shot some very soft-core porn shots, mostly with her flirting with the camera, lying on the couch and then on a sheepskin on. I want you to d**** me across your lap, run your hand smoothly over my ass before reaching for your belt. You know, that thick leather one that I like so much. I want you to let me feel the cold of the buckle between my legs for a moment, just long enough to make me squirm and stick my ass out a little higher. And then I want you to wrap that end of the belt around your hand and let me have it. Don't hold back, you know I like to feel that leather biting my ass hard enough to take my breath. They laugh together at her naïve nature and the elder man agrees to stay out of his son's affairs so long as Jeffrey does nothing to jeopardize the upcoming marriage to the very rich Priscilla.The simple fact of the matter is that the disturbingly friendly Captain Jack Harrow constantly nursed a nagging sense of not being one of the "in crowd" of landed gentry and countrified aristocracy of whom The Carstairs family represented the upper echelon. He knew that he was a "late to the table" of. ' I was too shocked to say anything as Willie continued to grind against my butt and hold me tight. In our struggle Willie manage to gain the upper hand and I found myself half turned to my stomach with Willie on my back. Before I could scramble from beneath Willie, his penile head had found my anal recess and was in the process of probing for it's weakness. Just as I managed to cry out stop, Willie lunged forward and his penile head burst through my outer anal sphincter muscle ring. I cried.