If you have sweaters, that would be better.Constance shot images of mostly Rhonda in front of the large sculpture. Rhonda wore her favorite sweater, n...tural wool colored, which she had gotten in Brittany in early summer when the family journeyed to France. It had been bought big, but was becoming tight. Others of the band posed behind her, including Joe, Eddie and Belle, the latter two wore leather jackets, completely acceptable to Constance.They moved the shoot to the lake, with the old. Little more than a walking corpse. My Queen changed everything. Tail wagging, I looked over my shoulder and smiled. Her eyes met mine and I shivered in fear. When she hunts me, I truly feel alive. Tonight, she’ll take me again. Her burning touch. Pain. Pleasure. It makes no difference. An overwhelming explosion of sensations emanating from My Queen will ravish my soul. With a quiet whimper, I shivered again, this time with lust.Everyone stared at her. Flushing, I forced myself to face forward. I buried my cock into her gullet. She choked for a moment, resisting. I thrust again and pushed a little deeper. She shuddered, her fingers digging into my hips. She held on tight.“You want me to ram my cock down your throat, don't you, slut?” I gasped.She sucked hard as I thrust forward. My cock hit the back of her throat. Popped past her gullet.I gasped as I plunged my long futa-dick down Bimbo's throat. My balls swung forward and smacked her chin. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations. At the time I thought I had to be crazy to think of buying it but I was too horny not to. I took the products over to the sales counter. Clara suggested some lubricant for the items and the doll.She put plenty of what she had recommended in the bag. She smiled at me and she handed me the bag and asked if she could take the bag to my car so I could escort my partner. It would have been rude not to let Clara help. I opened the door for my partner and positioned the doll in the back seat and hid.