What the hell? I turned around to go look for a breaker box, and I saw strange boots in front of my leather chair. Tall, black suede stretched upward,...to a pair of fishnet legs. My heart leapt through my throat. A beautiful, bronzed face whipped into the single sliver of light, cast from between the blinds. Dark, long black hair cascaded down a red trench coat. Glowing yellow eyes looked at me. “Hello, Bree,” the beautiful vixen spoke. “Come sit at my knee.” Just as a scared person would do, I. Mistress easily straddles her bikethen looks at me, waiting for me to join her.Good thing I'm wearing the pleated skirt, rather than the tight one Icould have chosen! I careful step over the bike, aware my panties andstocking tops are showing as I do so, before settling down behind her.She offers me a pink helmet and I put it on, discovering without anygreat surprise that the visor is opaque."Ready?" she says and sets off before I have time to answer, I squeal andgrab on round her waist tightly. "On screen, Chris was shoving his dick up a black guy's ass. And I felt the blood start to flow in my jeans. And coincidentally, that's when Chris asked to see my cock. I was embarrassed, because it was half hard, but that might have been for the best. Chris, like the producer, was impressed.He reached forward and held it. Another man was touching my dick. And he looked me in the eye as he did it."See? Look, you've got a pretty good looking piece of meat here, and I can say that, because. He then opened his mouth and let the mouth full fall onto his dick. He used his free hand and used the spit to lubricate his young rock hard shaft. He felt my bum rocking back on his fingers and could actually see my arse sucking his fingers into me. He slowly backed his fingers out of her arse and just as quickly introduced the head of his wet dick to where his fingers had just been. I was initially disappointed when I felt the fingers leave my arse, but it was only momentary. I felt the.