" As you may recall, the goombas tossed me into a van and sped off. Theytook me to a place that must have been pretty far away, because it tookat leas... two hours to get there and it seemed to be out in theboondocks somewhere. I found out later that this was what the Gamboliscalled their 'slaughter house,' a place they took their worst enemiesto be killed in nasty ways. It also doubled as the family funeral home,so this was the place they had taken all my previous victims. Theystill had me. Looking about, they see it is empty. The express has no stops until London, some 20 minutes away. They sit in comfortable silence, as he watches her; her lips slightly parted, her pupils dilated. Through the material of her blouse, he can see that her nipples are still aroused. She looks at him. “What?” “Suck my cock.” She smiles and reaches for his bulging jeans, happy to comply with his demand. Kneeling between his thighs, she slides her hands along them, licking her lips, moistening them.. When we had all the connections made, I let Cassidy throw the switch in the shop to turn on all the overhead and directional lights on the walls.She drove her little Mustang into the shop and we all sat on the benches and made a toast with our glasses of iced tea to a really nice shop building for Gramps.I had started two more deck jobs on Wednesday and had started taking the screen down from the back porch at the Morrissey’s. We were waiting on the special order glass and aluminum supports to. As a nervous smile escaped my lips I managed to end the session before I could get too developed into my fantasy. My name is Louise and at the age of only nineteen, I was definitely advanced in my career as a photographer. I already mastered the art of model photography at a young age and now I had a new calling. Fetish. My days as being a photographer were limited in the week as I juggled the typical university life with my career and trying to keep a stable relationship with my boyfriend of.