On my way there, I stopped off to pick up some groceries for the weekend to come. By the time I reached my friends apartment, my arms were killing meI...do not have a car, remember? I was barely able to find the strength to turn the handle and push the door open. Hurrying into my friends apartment, I rushed over to the kitchen. Ahhh! I sighed as I set the groceries down on the counter. Blood started to return to my fingers as I shook them about to aid circulation. My fingers were still whitened. ?Nothing really new. So I did it, sent my video, and received another email.?Good boy. You are a good pig. If I were there I would pat you on the head and praise you...then I would torment you some more. Here is your next assignment bitch....I want you to insert a dildo (you can substitute another inanimate object if you don't own a good sized dildo) into your fuck hole. Do it when you have to shit. Insert it deep enough that it gets dirty...real dirty. Yep you guessed it fuck face...lick. Juan smiled; she believed his lies. The chance to do more overwhelmed his mind. "If you want my cream, I want to see you naked, or I will leave and take my secret with me."Desi wanted to scream at him again, but she held back. He was right; once her face started getting wrinkles, her greatest fear was her husband would trade her in for a new model, and she would have nothing. That is how she ended up with her current husband, and the prenup she signed made it clear she would get nothing in a. They even had to Skype once with her so she could confirm that their pictures were real. The interview process was detailed. They were required to provide names and descriptions plus photos, dressed and nude. Another advantage of the event was there were no singles allowed unless attending with a couple. Too many single guys lurking was an issue at many public clubs. Blood tests within ten days of the event were mandatory and the entry fee was expensive, $500. Holly was blunt. The fee was.