"It's OK, I guess," I called out, "but I can't move." That's fine," he called. "I'll be right there to help get you finished up."I heard him banging a...ound behind me for a bit, then he came around the front of the backdrop with Camille."You are going to get sweaty and messy today, so Camille agreed to help reapply your makeup and sunscreen," he told me. "Are you sure you are OK?" Yes, but I feel vulnerable and exposed," I told him."Really?" he said with an evil grin. "Tell me a story. Tell me. I said nothing as she clenched my ass cheeks in her hands. She slide her hands over my ass and down into my crack. Up and down she slid her fingers passing over my asshole. With each pass she pressed a little harder into my virgin hole. She circled it slowly several more times before moving on down between my thighs. Her fingers teased my sack as they slide past. My cock was now rock hard and pressed against the chair beneath me. She moved onto my legs and finishing at my feet. She. Who knew I would enjoy that? As he moaned, he grabbed a fistful of my hair. For a few moments, I licked him clean, enjoying the debauchery of what was happening. In that moment, I was truly his slut. I would have done anything he asked in order to please him, knowing he would never take advantage of that submission. He pushed me back onto the bed. Moving between my open thighs, he stroked his hard cock against my dripping pussy and plunged inside me in one swift motion. I wondered if I would. “It is so different from my life,” said Mandy Fritzell. “I can hardly believe you were forced to live that way. How do you feel about it?”“From the earliest times in our childhood it was drummed into us that our families depended upon us. We were the vanguards of a new life and a new future as the Coven was not going to change and nothing positively had changed in a million years. Our family encouraged us to find a life outside the Coven; they were convinced they would all be killed at some.