.. and is late arriving on the floor ... is wearing a sheer white (MOVE YOUR ASS!) outfit that clings alluringly to her ample bodice... (that's better...dear)"Sharon got shakily to her feet and moved into the spot light. Her mind was reeling with desire as she tried to concentrate to keep up with Daisy's narration."Which if the model will demonstrate allows stimulation of the nipples right through the silky material..."Brian and Amy reclined on the sofa. Daisy stood before them and they caressed. I don’t really know. I guess we’re both amateurs.” he explained, edging around from her side to be right behind her. “Can you kind of glance over your shoulder at me? There. That is perfect.” He snapped a few photos directly behind her, the taut lines of her legs ending at the high hem of her shorts. The heels accentuated the curves of her ass, popping her butt out even further than it normally would be in this position.Reviewing the most recent photos on his camera, he began to almost zone. She knows I’m coming, but I don’t really know what will happen once I arrive. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach growing with each passing mile. As I approach the town’s limits, I can feel the sweat on my palms as I grip the steering wheel. I don’t know where she lives, we are not meeting at her house. I don’t even really suspect that we will even go to her house for the three days I am here. I imagine every street I pass as I head toward my hotel, is the one that she lives down. I. All that could be heard was the cacophony of grunts and bawls from the fornicating couple in the corner of the pen.With imperceptible slowness, her eyes seemed to fill with rage and Joan tried to imagine what Oliver and the ewe looked like through those angry eyes.She could not. To her, they were simply an animal and a man engaged in the event of bestial sex. The union aroused heat in her loins while her mind became cool and stellar in its placid depths. The innocence she radiated in the face.