I can’t be here. I want to go home.” He felt tears well up in his eyes. Here was this innocent child that he was an accomplice to the kidn...pping of. The torture. The rape. He had already felt close to releasing her, and now she was looking up at him with those broken eyes and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. His eyes closed and he took a step back. The words in his mind did not match the words that were inevitably forced out of his mouth. “Let me go find the key to those. It didn't help. The resolution, terrible to begin with, diminished to individual, unreadable pixels. Jamming the hold button, he returned the image to its former size."I think that's her," he repeated. Both of us had scooted forward to the edge of our seat cushions. I had to believe he was right: the same nose, the same cheekbones, the same high forehead; even her expression was the same: bemused enjoyment. "I think that's her," he said a third time. And then, making me shrink back into my. He let go and moved his hands back down my body, trailing his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on my skin. He stood up and pulled his jeans off, stroking himself a few times while looking at me. He got on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He pressed his cock into me, pushing open my pussy lips and sliding in a few inches. He held himself up and used his hips to pull back out, and push deeper back inside. Luke grazed my g-spot and I jumped, thrusting my hips up off the bed. I. In fact men from the porn industry have approached her on two occassions to see if she would do either magazine modeling or videos. They promised her a great career with lots of money. My dad used to chuckle when he heard about it but my mom was not amused. To be honest, she was really pissed by the offers. She felt it was degrading.So, instead of living the life of a porn star, mom preferred the nine to five grind at American Apparel where she worked as a bookkeeper; she makes a decent salary.