There was a very high profile tour of the gym and neighborhood. Is there anything funnier than reporters reporting on other reporters? That was what h...ppened. The gym only took up half the building then, so there was a lot of speculation to the back side. It was a discreet photo studio, run by someone named Cynthia.Mom claims I am not named after her. If that is the case, why does my birth certificate say Cindy, not Cynthia? God, she's blushing. My mother is gifted at a lot of things, but she. And he could be no match for me.”You cannot know that Cory thought, keeping his head down.“Now you just ruined the mood,” Xavier threw the cane on the sofa, apparently dissatisfied. “Let’s watch the specimen and observe him now since you are so sure you know everything about him.”Xavier sent Cory to the kitchen to bring some food and sat on the sofa.In his cage, the slave was watching him almost without blinking. Xavier could tell he was tense and ready to pounce. He chuckled and watched him,. Sure enough, she didn't bother to put on panties when she went to sleep, as she was totally naked. Her ass was perfect; nice and tight, with the right amount of bubble to it, and it was completely on display for me. The panties in my hand became an afterthought as the real thing presented itself to me. Although I had snuck sniffs off of girls when I was in bed with them, since my fetish discovery, I had never really had a girl give herself to me, to sniff. I walked over to Annie, and shook her. And stay out of trouble.” “Sure, Mom,” said Kelly and dragged me towards the pool area. When we walked outside she said, “Those shorts look good on you; they show of your ass, which is your best asset, no pun intended.” “Gee, thanks Kelly.” I was a not a beauty like Kelly. My boobs were a lot smaller and I was a few inches shorter. I’m a natural blonde with green eyes and pale skin. I burn easy and have to use SPF50 all the time. Still, the guys seem to find me attractive enough. It must be.