This time Linda was still sleeping, her upper body was out of her sleeping bag and she was wearing a white t-shirt. The fact that she was a sleep gave...me a chance to look at her. And then i saw the contours and color a her nipples through her t shirt. Her brests were a nice b/c cup and her nipples were in beautiful proportion. I took a good glance, taking a mental picture, before i went in to the shower. I closed the bathroom door best i could, and turned the hot water on. Whilst it was heating. .?” I repeated her words for clarity.“I’m Famke Janssen. I can prove it, if you wish. I enjoyed this role, trust me. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. It was the most pleasurable role I did, though Jean Grey was fun in its own way. I just thought that I would relive it now, and I have ... oh, fuck!” the “Xenia” girl told me to my utter surprise.“She’s telling the truth. She actually is Famke Janssen. Pretty hot, right?” Marcy informed me before licking Famke’s butt-crack and making her. " Bill said.I was out of it but coming back to reality. I really wasn't drunk, just smooth on the edges. I let the stress of the day slide off my champagne addled mind. My biggest problem was that I fell into a deep sleep. I had even been dreaming."Carree!! Come on!!" Bill said as he shook my arm."Leave me alone!!" I countered. "Let me wipe the cobwebs here, give me a second!" Come on Carree, you're drunk and carrying on. Now come inside." Bill said pulling on me.If steam could actually come. Her hair was down over her shoulders and fresh whip marks was on her back. her night's fuck had left hours ago but she didn't care he was pour excuse for a master. She stood up and removed the harness and looked at her sweater and knee length skirt. She walked over and was about to put it on when she remembered she had almost gotten fire from her last job for getting caught without underwear so she quickly the most conservative underwear she had black frilly that covered her tattoo of slave.