But it looked kind of sad on her.“Sharon Reeves, I’d like to introduce you to Tony Ames. Tony, Sharon would like you to paint her portrait.”I re...ognized the name before the woman. She had sent me a picture. I was pretty sure now that the picture wasn’t recent. The woman snaked her hand across the table and I took it. At least she had a firm handshake.“Nice to meet you Mr. Ames.”“Please, call me Tony,” I said. “The pleasure is mine.”Sharon looked at me, then at Clarice. She shook her head slowly. So then I decided I wanted to see what my pussy looked like from the inside. Lol. I wrapped a new plastic baggie around the camera end and tied a thin ponytail around it to hold the bag on. I inserted the scope inside me. Wow that was pretty cool to see inside myself actually. It was hard at times to make out anything though. So Larry had an idea...if we had a test tube or something similar it would be easier to see the surrounding tissue. Ok so he comes back with a double tall shot glass. I. When Sam looked up a stranger was standing beside Tess. ‘This is my friend Bobby.’ Tess said. Tess held out her hand and Sam put her book down and stood up. She walked over to Tess. Tess wrapped her arms around Sam and kissed her. When their lips parted, Tess moved her lips to Sam’s neck and kissed down and over her upper chest above her crop top tee shirt. Tess finally looked at Sam. ‘Go get ready for bed.’ Sam turned and walked down the hall to her room without question. ‘I’ll get us a beer.’. .. I WAS a bitch dog... I was HIS bitch dog, and, I was loving every second of it!Unannounced, he takes my head in his hands, and thrusts his hard cock all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag like some little sissy cunt on a popsicle! My eyes filled with tears, causing my mascara to run. I didn't care.. I was HIS slut now, and, sluts weren't concerned about their makeup. He thrusts his cock again into my throat.. again... again.. again. With each thrust, my throat was becoming more.