They are so much more reliable than men, who seem to spend much of the time lusting after the models (and fucking them if they are giving the slightes... opportunity). Ellen has requested that her photograph is not included in this book. She is very good with makeup, and I will endeavour to understand her techniques for forthcoming chapters on ‘legs’ and ‘breasts’, but she is unwilling to share her methods openly. Like the canny gold prospector, she will not reveal her secrets Aside from Ellen’s. “Liya! Calm down! OKAY!” she almost shouted angrily. Damn! Why did she have to be so loud. I… we needed to get a move on our chores. I knew what would happen if didn’t, and that was not what I was looking for today. Being subtle was not working. I grabbed her covers, ripping them from the bed. Grabbing her arm I dragged her sleepy ass out of her damn bed into the hallway, smack into… Mistress Julia. Shit! Her hawk-like gaze gave me chills. Ceres didn’t appear to notice. She was. Always before when she tried to take me deep, she would gag. I felt her throat swallow the head of my dick. She would pull off suddenly but then go back in to swallow again. This feeling of being swallowed was fantastic. I tried to hold back so I could continue this experience, but I lost it. Although she was clearly experiencing her own orgasm, she sucked me dry swallowing it all without spilling a drop.She rolled to her back which pulled her pussy away from me. This showed another. Sneaking into my sister's room I went to her closet. I found a nice white denim skirt that would come to my mid thigh and was going to show my ass and legs beautifully. When I found her blue tank top with silver stitching and tried it on I was blown away. I looked good in this and had seen her wear this same outfit on dates. Looking at her shoe collection I found a pair of strappy white platform sandals. Slipping them on and fastening them I loved what I saw in her full length mirror. I looked.