Where was shegoing with this?! Was I just a life-sized doll to her? Was I the"Barbie" she never had growing up? For once, my body seemed to know whati... wanted to do, taking a step backwards in the direction of thedoorway. Tiff's fingertip came up to under her lower lip, lips that hadtaken the shape of a cute little pout and she, in a little faux dejectedvoice, said I really should consider what might happen if I were to notindulge myself in the charity offered by Victor.Trapped! No way out and. It took two more takes before the shoot with Mandy was done. Tiffany wastired but she still had two more things to film before they would finishfor the day, the only saving grace was that Tiffany was alone so theywent quickly."Miss Rollins, Paul Bennington wishes to speak with you," one of thepeople that hang around these kinds of productions said."Who's Paul Bennington?" Tiffany asked."He's the CEO of the company you're doing this for." I'll be just a moment, I should change into my own. Wearing just my boxers, i crept out of bed and made my way to mom”s room to use her bathroom. I slowly opened her bedroom door and saw her lying on her back in her bed. The light from the street lamp shone enough brightness for me to realize how truly beautiful she was. Reminding myself that she was my mom, i walked around her bed and made my way to the bathroom. My hard on took a while to go down before i could pee and the image of mom lying there in probably not much more than her thongs made. "Praises be to glorious Comrade Lenin!" Batschka murmured as he clapped a hand to his forehead and paced back and forth with wide-eyed worry. "Is serious problem this time that glorious Comrade Director has assigned my little love chancre."Batschka stopped pacing and removed her imported shoes, made in the thermoplastic district of Belgrade, and rolled her domestic stockings, made in the nylon district of Chernobyl, down curved thighs and firm calves that looked as if they had been carved by a.