" He croaked out."Why are you cleaning my apartment?" Please let me clean it, Stan. I want to do something for you. I love you."Stan shook his head. "...o. Don't say that. You don't love me."She looked at him, a slightly troubled look crossing her face. "Yes, Stan, I do love you. As much as any human being can love another, I love you. My brain is wired to love you. Whether you accept me or not, I love you with all my heart. I'll do anything for you. Anything. Any thing at all."Stan sighed in. Even the flash gun started to overheat. By the time Carrie had dropped her skirt to the floor everyone in the studio was on heat, you could smell the sexual tension that was in the room. Carries white panties were dampening partly through being worked up by Susan and partly because after a while hearing a guy tell her to take off this and that and a woman saying wow every time she did had her so excited. We need to get the developing done. While we waited for the developing team to finish. Still grinding hercrotch against his and kissing again, he lifted herskirt up and pulled her panties to one side he pointedhis dick directly up as she positioned herself over it.She held her breath and slowly lowered herself onto it.She was tight. Incredibly tight. She gasped as his roundhead forced her pussy lips apart. Continuing to slide his cock up her vagina he fondledher tits-squeezing each nipple and laying small kisseson her belly. When he reached her hymen she stopped andtook a deep. "Maestro has full control now, yes?" he said, reaching out to the nipplewhich protruded from her twice bound breast, and he twisted it and tugged itlike a dog worrying a rubber bone, or an early bird a worm. "Yes Maestro!" Karen agreed, hissing at the pain. "Good!" he smiled, releasing the nipple and reaching past her to take uphis baton once more. Then he began to move it slowly through the air before her, tracing an intricatearabesque which her eyes followed hypnotically. From his deep.