They selected a denim skirt, faded and finishing just above the knee. Stylish and smart, but not especially sexy. Part of the easing in process. Then,...a couple of blouses, cut so as to emphasise her slim waist and appealing cleavage. He insisted that she undo a couple more buttons when she tried them on, so that the delicate lace between the cups of her bra could be seen. It was the most daring thing she’d done, dress-wise, in years, and she felt emboldened just from doing that.He then took her. I simply couldn't believe a woman like that would find herself in the IT instead of on a catwalk. But that was just my luck. “Hey Sissel”, I said, “my name is Marc, I used to work here until a couple of weeks ago.” - “Oh yes,” she said with a slight Norse accent, “you're the one who won the lottery, right? I heard about you.” - “Yes, that's me. Listen, I don't want to take up too much of your time, I just wanted to see if you could restore some of my old emails from my deleted account. I was. .it was so horny. After a few minutes. I stood up and turned around to present my arse to him and that was when I saw my wife. Gill was on her back on the floor, laying in puddles of piss, being fucked at both ends. One of the men was taking video with his camera phone saying things like ..”come on guys, let’s fuck the arse off this piss sucking old whore bag of a cunt.” I could feel the guy behind me fingering my arse...and rubbing his cock head up against my hole. The man fucking Gills face. Turn your palm out toward me. There. Tilt your head just a little to the right. Smile just a little. Pose!” I shouted. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing furiously. Kendra stayed in exactly that position. I’m not sure she even blinked. I drew for half an hour. “Can you get back in that pose if we take a break?” Kendra relaxed.“No problem. I’ve got it memorized.”“You are fantastic!” I said.“That was unbelievable. Let us see, Arthur?” Annette said. She and Morgan had been with us the.