Sincerely, Your Sir"She didn't know what to do. Her mind was saying hell no just call the police on the guy. But her body was telling her yes, do it. ...er curiosity was winning the fight. As the night wore on she decided to try on the outfit.The corset was a topless style, it allowed her large tanned DD breasts to hang over the top. Her nipples were erect from the excitement, she slipped into the stockings and thong. She looked in the mirror and couldn't help but thing how hot she looked.She put. His fingers held me open. Their pressure against my pussy intensified the pleasure. My hands took hold of his strong neck and shoulders, lifting up and down. The dagger sunk blissfully against the edges of the giving, oily sheath. I loved the hard thrusts. When his hands and the opening and closing of his legs took over as the engine of fucking, I unbuttoned his white office shirt. His head plunged between my tits and shook back and forth like a most desirable no, mouth sucking, lips biting,. ”We both laughed and walked into her bedroom.I started to set up the camera, the tripod and a few lights. I use to be a photographer and I still had all my equipment. Keisha went into the bathroom to change. She came out wearing a short blue silk robe. It came down just past her gorgeous butt. Underneath I could make out the fact that she had long white stockings and a garter belt.“Dave I am really nervous.”“Come on Keisha how long have we known each other. I have seen you in plenty of bikinis. As I had told Andy, however, that was exactly what I would expect a character in my dream to say. My teachers had always told me that I had an excellent imagination. I could have dreamed it up; that was well within the realm of possibility. Unlike the alternative — the idea that the whole thing wasn't a dream: now there was something outside the realm.As I ate dinner and watched a ball game on Friday, the realization that the fight would be real, with real consequences for both me and my.