As the skirt rested on the floor, I stepped out of the garment. I was now standing before the porn baron, wearing only my Basque, stockings, high heel... and red belt. I did one of those gyrations strippers do on their way to the floor. I got down all fours, then kneeling I scooped my tits over the top of the Basque. The camera whirred in the direction of my pierced nipples. Lifting my breasts to my mouth I gave both nipples a naughty nibble as I began to slide my knees further apart. My pussy. ”After a few seconds, Dave began slowly sliding in and out, feeding Vanessa just a few inches at a time. She returned to slobbering on my cock while Dave stretched her out. As he picked up speed, I could feel the force from his thrusts rocking through Vanessa’s body. He had worked the entire swollen shaft of his cock into her now, and his pending balls were making a dull smacking sound as they slapped against her clit. Vanessa’s moaning around my cock grew louder, and after a minute she. Had it all been a lie, the whole intricate story? And if so — why? Had Estelle won? Had she taken over control? I hated to even think of Estelle, let alone consider her a person. And if she had won, why wasn't she in the picture? Why Myriam The Prude?There were other thoughts behind the obvious — they were guilty thoughts. Had my treatment of Myriam driven her into the arms of the ball-breaking bitch? Had I pushed her over the edge? Had I caused the slut to win? If so, again, why was she. .." Lies vor oder ich las dich hier zurück so wie du bist." B-bitte ...", begann sie mit plötzlich brüchiger Stimme, "es tut mir Lei-..." Dann lies."Sie seufzte kläglich auf und nahm erneut verzweifelt die Hände vors Gesicht, nahm sie dann aber wieder weg und griff nach dem Zettel, den ich ihr immer noch hinhielt.Sie schaute mich ein letztes Mal an und ich sah, wie sich eine kleine Träne in ihrem Augenwinkel bilderte. Doch mein stechender Blick schien ihr klarzumachen, dass ich mich nicht.