She was a proud woman, an intelligent woman, a college graduate and a wife, a successful television personality, a rising business executive and profe...sional woman. But none of these other accomplishments mattered to him, for he made her practice the cheap, nasty routines over and over again until she was the perfect slut?.and he had caught it all on tape. One time during an early practice session, one of her high-heeled sandals slipped out from under her as she crouched over the long-necked. Icould feel my arms and hands shake as my conscious struggled withmy u*********s. But, as always, the u*********s won--my handspicked up the powder and lipstick again, accenting the white ofgiant boobs and the red of the nipples. Looking at my luscioustits in the mirror, I felt my cock begin to stir again. "Nowcame the finishing touch--the blouse that would both hide andreveal my breasts to the world. Once it was in place, MistressMaria entered my room and snapped her fingers. Barbie. I’m not sure how big it was but there was between 5 and 6 inches sticking through the hole. In the dim lights I could see veins running up and down its length. About half its purple head protruded from his foreskin.With my thumb and pointing finger I peeled back his foreskin. I wrapped my fingers around it and was surprised by heat and the firmness. It felt like velvety skin stretch over a piece of steel. Not sure what to do. I moved my hand up and down.I couldn’t believe how much feeling. He swept it back lightly. He wouldn’t mind keeping her company for the next few days. Maybe he could take her out to eat. They could go to the comedy club. He could kiss her. She had such pretty pink lips. Such perky little breasts under the t-shirt. It was peaceful in here. He closed his eyes for just a minute… Lily rose from the bed. She was naked. Her skin was rosy and gleamed with perspiration. Peter was stunned. She was even more beautiful than he had dreamed. Her nipples were deep pink.