Opening the newer files, sure enough the first two are of her, almost like the original two, both bodies so similar being abused in the same ways. ... Flipping to the fifth entry, again it’s the original ‘model’ posing. Watching, shaking her head in disbelief, she stares at the sight of the woman being suspended by her breasts, twisting, slowly turning in front of the webcam. Crude, yet again riveting, unable to take her eyes from the monitor, her heart pounding in her chest she notices. "I just thought... I thought maybe you wanted to... don't you want to?" she asked pitifully, her arousal evident to both my eyes and nose. Her thick musk permeated the air around us and it was a struggle to retain control of myself, so strong was the urge to throw her over a chair and have my way with her."Erin," I warned. "I've talked about this before. I love it when you... inspire me, but it's too much. What am I supposed to do with all the inspiration if I don't have time to write?" It was. That said, the opportunity to make a ton of money and become a truly decadent capitalist might just entice her!”“Better than marrying a decadent capitalist?” Kara teased.“She wanted to marry you?” Michelle asked.“She wanted to escape the Soviet Union; I was a very convenient, and interesting, escape route. But I was seeing Tanya at that point, and there was no way I was going to let Lyudmila interfere, despite her showing up naked in Tanya’s bed at age fifteen to try to entice me!”“She tried. As I reached it opened. The girl stood there.'Why don't you come inside Peter.' she said.I staggered slightly, how did she know my name, I tried to say no but nothing left my lips. I heard something behind me. I turned it was the woman. She grabbed me, pinning my arms to my sides and lifted my childlike frame into the side door of the motorhome. I tried to struggle, but once she had me inside I was pushed to the floor. 'You hold him while I get the bags.' I heard the woman say.I felt the weight.