"Interesting. Well, that won't happen for a while. You're certainly not a Size 0, and that's good." She sighed. "All right, we'll give you a contract....Take it home, read it over, get some legal advice, and if you agree, fax it back to me. Here's my number."I read it in the parking lot, and again at home. This was what I wanted. Mom and Dad read it over, and Dad had a lawyer look at it. I signed, they signed, and we faxed it off two days later. I was on my way to being a lingerie model. Step one. It was getting cold outside, and patrol was about the most boring job in the world.There was nothing boring about what Domo wanted me to do. We went into a big room with grey concrete walls and all kinds of chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling.Supergirl was hanging there, too. Her wrists were shackled over her head, her legs were spread, and her ankles were chained to rings on the floor. She was completely helpless, and she knew it. Her head hung down.Domo slipped a hand under her chin and. So from now on, fuck boys. Yeah, I feel preety sickly, would you mind taking me to my room, and talking with me in there? Its not very comfy down here she said, croakily. Urhh, sure I answered, completely confused as to why she would want to go to her room. I stood up. Turnt off the DVD and TV and turnt towards Nikkie. She had a hand over her head and was working up a sweat. She tried to stand, but wobbled. No I said, catching her before she fell, Let me carry you she wrapped her arm around my. ”We kissed as I pushed her bikini off of her hips. She stepped out of it and let it float away.“Now it’s my turn to get you off.”“You don’t have to do that, Bill. Wait until later.”“No, I insist. Stand up and come over here.”I slipped down in the water so that my face was at Sheila’s crotch level. Her pussy was nicely shaved clean. As she approached, I took her by the hips and pulled her pussy to my lips. I started to lick her lips, then pushed my tongue into them. She moaned and took my head.