I had to look straight into the cameras and say "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." Then I had to lie on my back and spread my legs. He instructed me to par... my cunt lips so he could film the inside of my cunt. I felt so humiliated. Then he told me to masturbate. I couldn't believe it. I never did that and now he wanted to film me doing it. "Why am I waiting slut."I started to rub my finger along my slit. "Now stick your fingers inside." I stuck my finger in and moved it about. He then had me insert. She was amazing – taking off a fabric swatch to uncover just a bit of skin from above her breast, and she bent deep to show the girls to the guys who were being worked up to a frenzy that reminded me of ‘Shark Week.’Then she walked and stopped at the edge of the stage, just moving her upper body as the guys were filling her garter pockets to the absolute busting point.Then just as she had entered – she left as the music ended.My Mom – the Ecdysiast!We got home and counted out $1,140, getting us. My knees turned to rubber whenever she did these things. Now that we were intimate she started telling me of secret things that she would never tell dad. The biggest secret was that she had a brief lesbian romance when she was young. It was with a gym teacher whom she had already had a crush on and was thrilled when she was asked to help the teacher coach a girls soccor team. They became close and often were alone in the teacher's apartment. It was actually mom who made the first move and. But should you be wearing those panties?" Brenda looked up, opened her mouth and tried to speak but couldn't utter a word. He reached into the car with his left hand and, with the backs of his fingers, gently stroked the insides of her thighs. Brenda instinctively spread her legs, exposing more skin to his touch. His fingers rubbed over the lace fabric between her thighs. "Your panties are already wet, slave." Again Brenda couldn't respond. He slipped his fingers beneath the lace fabric and.