At least she let me shower and scrub myself clean, even though I didn’t feel that way. It didn’t feel like I’d ever be able to get clean. I hate... her for what she’d done – all of it, not just in the bathtub. But it was a strange hatred, more fear than anger, if that makes sense. It didn’t to me. I was more and more convinced that I wasn’t going to be able to escape her – ever. My self-confidence had been eaten away over the past day until I doubted everything except her cunning. Somehow, being. This is just the thing for a dreary day,’ she said as she looked back outside. It wasn’t like her to get down from the weather but this year was different in so many ways. This was just one. ‘I have something else that might be an antidote for dismal weather,’ Don said with a smile. He reached up and pulled a roll of paper that he had been carrying under his arm. It was a little wrinkled and he tried to smooth it as he put it down on the coffee table. Bridget looked down at it. The first page. My clients like to see if a girl can, um, handle herself on camera.”“What? So you take care of the cameras while this guy takes care of the women?”Ben nodded. “That’s about the size of it.”Gina was looking at him wide-eyed, but with a glint of something else lurking at the back. “So what does this entail, exactly?”Ben got the sense that things were picking up again. Even if Gina was taking a stand, she wasn’t picking up her clothes and leaving. He shrugged. “Well normally it, um, involves a bit. “I’m so close, please!”And just like in her dreams, Dalton whispered, “Come for me baby, come!”And she did, pleasure encompassing her entire body, and her back arched again as she shuddered with her orgasm. Dalton couldn’t take it anymore. Quickly, while she was still trembling and moaning from her orgasm, he plunged his hard cock into her and she cried out. She felt so tight and wet, and he began moving. He was everywhere, kissing her neck and breasts, her lips, stroking her nipples with his.