“Sure,” I replied. He took several more photos, staging me in various positions. “Can you take off your bra?” he asked. “My bra?” I inqui...ed. “Yes,” he replied, “it is a producer requirement.” I hesitated, but he reminded that in the modeling profession it was not an unusual request to see a model totally nude. “So, I guess you’re going to ask me to take off my panties as well?” I surmised. “That would be correct,” he responded. I slipped off my bra and then panties. I tried to hide the fact. She mumbled something and trailed off. He moved. I could tell he was in between us. He got quiet. I breathed a sigh of relief...Until I woke up and gasped to someone on top of me.Fully naked, Hector was actually trying to get off the bed, but he was doing it by climbing over me instead of her. He was almost over when he caught my eyes. We stared at each other for a moment.“Excuse me,” he whispered.I held my breath.Then the son of a bitch kissed my cheek.I was frozen.He grinned at me, that same. I was sitting on my knees and I felt so exhausted I almost fell asleep right on this spot. But I still felt kinda horny as I looked down onto my overfilled chastity cage. Most parts of my body we're covered with dried cum. It was also leaking out of my over used asshole. How many man had fucked me? 20? 30? Or even more? How many loads did I swallow? My belly looked a little bloated and I knew it was completely filled with sperm and piss. So many men climaxed inside or on my sissified body. I. A moment ago she wanted to rip my head off; now she was my caring friend. It had to be a result of the visit with Mr. Cupler earlier today. Had she been too concerned/worried about me? Maybe Cupid had used his magic on Ashlee like he had with Karen in the file room. Maybe he planned to do the same thing with me. Suddenly I felt so alone and afraid. I pushed the thought away. I would deal with that problem when it happened."You wanted to know about the mailman," she mentioned. I nodded with.