Her pert nipples pushed the fabric out between my outstretched fingers, and I couldn’t resist the urge to give them a subtle squeeze. I let my hands...explore her chest for several long, meaningful seconds before sliding them down to her trim, tiny waist. “Wait,” she said, “did you make sure to check inside the bra? “I, uh… didn’t feel a bra.” “Sometimes it’s hard to feel through a shirt. You have to go up under the blouse and feel the skin.” “Wait, Amy, are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure! This stuff. "Now, lets see what we can do here." i wonder what's in store.He removes the plug from my bottom, and makes me lick it clean, i gag from the thought of where it's just been, and he chuckles to himself. He grabs a dildo and starts pumping it in and out of my pussy, whilst inserting two fingers in my bottom."No cumming whore!" He orders."Yes SIR mmmmmm" is my response."I mean it, you WILL be punished if you cum before I say you can!" Yes SIR, i know." Good"With that he takes his fingers out of my. Then she would take the bus to her uncle's studio and transform into his photography assistant and all around gopher. She was careful to look her best. More and more she relied on the fancy cosmetics supply that Ted had in his dressing room. She would spend as much time in there as she could once she arrived at work. Ted would make little comments here and there to encourage her. He especially liked that she seemed eager to wear the sheer pantyhose that he had in stock for his models. Jenny. Then Iwent to the pantry and dumped the drink down the drain.By the time I returned, my wife had finished her drink,She looked at me, slightly dazed, “Nice drink!” andthen she slowly slumped on the unkempt bed filled withstained pillows, and bed sheet and tousled and moldy-smelling blanket. The bed sheet had crusted stains likecum dried up many months ago. Once she was gone, Iquickly rushed to the garage to check on them.I heard them arguing. Jogi was sure that the drug hadalready.