We're going to make a special edition calendar and he thought you might make a good model. Ever done any modelling before?' asked Bruno.Kim shook her ...ead, totally thrown by the change of events. They were not going to gang rape her or try some way out sexual Olympics. She could guess that the photo sessions would be indelicate, possibly indecent, but that was no problem: she had been through so much already that this would seem like eating breakfast cereal after a diet of Pheasant, Grouse and. " Why do you have to attack other people's beliefs? Just cause you don'thave any doesn't mean other people shouldn't."Sam didn't like where this conversation was headed, but he couldn'tjust let it slide. His best friend had been taken in by what in hismind was some kind of insane pseudo cult. He had to try and reason withhim. He decided he would look at the book on the coffee table.Most of the book was in some foreign language. However scrawled in themargin were notes written in English,. In time my body had warmed to the challengeand even though the angle they had me at wasn't optimum, I could feel myorgasm build and then starburst through my whole body as first thedroplets and then the ropelets of cum began to flow from my soft clit."Oh fuck yeah!" I screamed. "Fuck yes, oh, I'm cumming!"The room thought this was hilarious and news of my cum spread through itquickly. Another cock exploded in my ass and then another one on mytits. A second orgasm, this one far easier to. ”“’In fact, I think I might like to make a video down here with *Krissy*. “The mere suggestion of it makes my blood run cold in my already shaking body. Saying she wants “Krissy” is code for what amounts to full-feminization. Body shaved bare . . . even my legs. Dressed in whatever slutty outfit she desires . . . often a stripper’s version of a school-girl or a prostitute.Raccoon eyes and bright red lipstick.A wig . . . either long and blonde or short and red . . . her choice as always. Nails.