" I hate drinking alone," I replied.She looked at matted prints of some of my photos. "You've been around the world," she remarked.I took some equipme...t out of a foot locker. "I'm not really set up for portrait work," I said. "It's not the sort of work I usually do, and I'm not too sure about the best way to light a living subject. We'll try some things and see how they work." I'm game," she replied. She watched as I set up a couple of tripods. "What are those?" These are slave flashes. I'm. ” “Lucy, don’t fucking talk,” he whispered. I could hear him jerking off faster now, still in his chair, I could see his ankles and bare feet in the space between my knees. But just faintly I could hear it, the fevered sound of him working himself into a frenzy, because of me. I wiggled my bottom playfully and smiled to myself. I was a good girl though, I didn’t beg and I didn’t speak anymore. “Finger yourself, Lucy, I want to see it,” he grunted. I obliged. Reaching my right hand between my. My nuts got special attention, he loved how smooth and bloated they were from the itching juice, and really liked seeing tears in my eyes from pain as he kneaded, jabbed and squeezed my dangling ballsac, or having it stretched wildly by the push ups, or even just a heavy weight as he made be squat between two desks, playing "how much prefuck can I squirt without cumming". He made that game more interesting by promising he'd tell my brothers if I came, and gave me a thick pencil to shove down my. “¿Quieres verga?”Me quede sin responder, solo sentía la boca reseca, como si me faltara saliva y mi respiración se agito ante la pregunta tan fría. Si la quieres ven, sígueme.Camino adelante y lo seguí. Cerro el portón por dentro y abrió una pequeña puerta que nos llevó hacia la casa de al lado la cual era solo una pequeña oficina.“Sácamela”Me acerque y con nervios desabotone su pantalón, y en su ropa interior se mercaba su verga que, sin estar erecta, dejaba ver una gota de humedad en su.