Without even pausing from her task my torturer started to taunt me again, “See I knew you loved it you filthy slut, you do know I’ve been looking ...orward to getting my hands on these tits, I mean they obviously don’t compare to mine, but they’re pretty nice all the same. Still the best thing is they’re mine now to do with as I please, my little lesbian plaything’s big bouncing breasts”.I tried to argue that I was neither a lesbian, nor did I belong to her, but it only came out as a hoarse,. I bent down and kissed her on her lips as I continued to pound her pussy all the time.Soon she started to push from the bottom as I started to increase my fucking speed. She had spread her legs all wide as I kept pounding in her pussy all the time. She started to moan loudly and enjoy a lot as I kept pounding her. She kept caressing my back and now locked her legs on my either sides as I continued to pound her. I felt her legs pushing me deeper from back and her pelvic area pushing towards me. But the reviews on the site were not good - they wanted young girls not maturing mothers.One photographer was keen however, "Would you do a private fetish photoshoot at a top class studio??" "What fetish" I asked "Oral and watersports ...... with your husband - I will pay well and it will be for my private collection" How much and how long?" £200 for an hour - can you manage that - ohh and a BJ for me at the end of course"The deal was done and a few days later I was on all fours pissing over my. There were also images of my family. They were doing things to one another, trying to fulfill all the desires they had tried to get me to do to them. There was even a glimpse of my father, a look of anger and pain on his face, but I couldn't tell what he was doing or what was happening to him.Andrea caught my move and looked at me. "Any luck?" Possibly. I saw a house and a number. Not a street or anything though." I told her the number and she headed for her cruiser.The rest of the search party.