. SoonI am wearing beautiful lingerie set in pearl white. I have on a white setof thigh high stocking, a pearl whit lacey garter belt, French cut pear...white panties and a lacey bra in pearl white. It looks so sexy againstthe red latex of the body suit.When I get back to the studio there is a bedroom set with a sexy bed andpillows. I am going to be posing on the bed. I feel so sexy like I analmost naked in front of everyone. The shoot ends and everyone is talkingto me and telling how much they. I felt so helpless as I looked at him, I pleaded '...please don't hurt him, we have no money, lets us go...' The guy holding my chin said '..I don't want no money, y'all want some money...' The four of them answered '...we don't want no money either, we want to fuck...' Terror filed my soul as I looked up at my tormentor '...that's right, we gonna fuck both of you...' Looking back at Robert my heart broke as I said '...don';t hurt him, I'll do what you want just don't hurt him...' The five of. But usne kaha ghar jaake bhi msg me baat karungiMaine msg kiya baat nahi karni toilet jaana hai chalo na sath me bhai ko bhej do ghar. Usne kaha nahi aur chale gaye dono. Raat me general baate ki aur so gaye.Agle sham ko mai chat pe gaya late ho gaya tha muje mene jaake dekha wo aur uska bhai aur uske bhai ka koi dost waha the, maine phone dekha to krisha ke msgs bhi the usne pehle sab hi ke msgs kiye the last me 5 min. Pehle ma msg dekha to me to satve asman par pahoch gaya usne likha tha. We run back to the warm sand, splashing each other with the salty water. And just when we reached the sandy beach he tackled me from the back. I fell onto my belly into the soft sand and he fell with a chuckle on top of me. And we were laughing like little k**s!• Stretched out on the warm soft beach, letting the sand run through my fingers, I remembered Frank, the sculptor. I was just thirteen when I met him at a vernissage of an exhibition. He was as masculine as he was soft and sensitive –.