”“I’d pay extra to see that myself. Oh, wait... !” He laughed. “I’ll try. Just remember that I’ll do all the work. I have to stage it; I...have to write the dialogue, film it: who knows how long it will take me to put the video together on iMovie. I’m not a video wizard, you know.”Kaitlyn fumed. She hated being told her function in this was following directions and having her ass spanked. There’s a word for girls like you, she thought, and for good reason, sweetheart: Submissive. It’s what you. "She pulled off the cap and twisted it causing a bright red lipstick toemerge. I tried to pull away, I didn't want to wear lipstick, especiallynot one named Eager. Should that really have bothered me more than thefact that Her cock was inches from my face, probably not; but it did."Ah, ah, ah," she scolded. "Keep still, I don't want to make a mess allover your face. At least not yet," she added with a chuckle.Camille opened her mouth, clearly demonstrating what she wanted me to do;I. Our private pillow-talk got dirtier and dirtier too, with each one of us sharing the most decadent fantasies with one another, most of which I honestly admit, I might think about privately, but never truly do. Still, it was a rush to be able to do that, to share with Dan some of those somewhat twisted thoughts and desires, and for him to do the same thing with me. By the time our next "special evening" rolled around, I was ready and prepared to do just about anything.As we normally took turns. He had recently been released from state prison, but Mom was crazy about him. I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn't like me much. He treated me nice when Mom was around, but when we were alone he mostly ignored me. I think it was because I wasn't the most masculine 18 year old k**. In fact, looking back on it, I was a downright sissy. I loathed athletic sports, and was frail and a.