"No please I don't want toooo!!''Roxanne spurted out.I raised the gun.Angie fearful that I was going to kill her sister started working that donkeydic... harder into her snatch to draw my attention!I was adamant."Do it Roxanne!!!!Hanna you make sure she fucks that donkey or I shoot you both now!"Hanna hissed at her friend "JUST DO IT Roxanne!!''To my delight,Hanna tugged at her friend and manouvered her on all fours under the mule.She shoved lube against Roxannes cunt and gripped the head of the. "She chuckled, and then shrugged. "Whatever you think is best." She raised her voice. "Everybody, either hit the showers or gather round. And Botilda," she added, "you did the striking, so you get the cam and record this."I giggled as not one person headed for the showers, but instead formed a rough circle and leaned forward. Lagrange-sensei had my lie down, bend my knees, and spread wide. The group leaned in a bit more, and Botilda made sure to get every detail. I blushed a little, and had the. "No," I told him. "I can keep people away, and stop them from noticing anything. And this corner of the building is fairly private. This might take a little while, though."Dad shrugged and gave me a smile. "Not like I can't keep myself busy. Take your time."I left the office and closed the door behind me. Carrie looked around at me as I came out, and gave me another smile. I was struck again by the disparity between her expression and her mood, which was as black as ever."Hi, Carrie," I said,. She suggested we use one of the male models she worked with, even though I wanted to be in it.I didn't like the guy. Brandon was tall, blonde, blue eyed, with a rock hard body and an attitude. I put him in a suit and slicked his hair back, to match how Bree was dressed. He complained, wanting to take his shirt off.The people doing the shoot were serious professionals, used to dealing with prima donnas and difficult people."Fine, Brandon. Take the suit off. You're done. This isn't the showcase.