She was really ashamed of what she did as I can make out from her expressions, I didn’t care what she did, I pushed her to bed, tore her panty, and ...here she was honey producing pot, covered in little minute hair, inviting to be taken care of, so wet pussy it was, I still get erection imagining the situation.I squeezed her boobies, rhythmically, circling with fingers, licking her navel in a circular motion like Emraan Hashmi did to Mallika Sherawat in murder, licking her thighs, and dipped my. He glanced away from the spectacular view of the deep gorge and the mountains in the distance down to her long slim tanned legs that rose from small feet encased in impossibly high heeled sandals, a thin silver bracelet encircling her small shapely ankle, and then followed her legs as they rose up to disappear into the short floaty skirt that ruffled with the slight breeze giving him occasional glimpses of the high firm insides of her thighs. Thighs that by tonight he planned to have clamped. Sarah approached Beth’s cage and reaching in through the door pulled Beth out by her hair enjoying the little squeals of pain emanating from Beth’s mouth. “Wanna make the others watch, or do you wanna blindfold them so they can only hear what we do to this slut?” “Sarah you’re evil – they need to watch or they won’t learn.” Steph said grinning, “We wouldn’t want them to repeat the same mistakes as this little slut would we?” Steph said as she spanked Beth hard on her right butt-cheek. Beth. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at me.“Do you work from photographs or real life?” She paused. “How realistic can you be?”“I guess that depends.” I walk over to some of the pictures. I was intrigued by what she wanted.“Something like the Leaning Tower of Pisa was from a photograph. But this one,” I pointed to a wedding cake with a marzipan couple; the bride in her gown and the groom in a football strip. “This one was done from a mixture of photographs and I modelled the bride and groom’s.