Carelia turned over her hands to look at them. The hands told you a great deal about a person. This girl’s hands were slim and elegant and, importan...ly, the palms were soft and un-calloused. This was not a girl who had been employed in hard manual labour. Carelia lifted the girl’s chin to look into her eyes. They were dark brown, soulful and filled with fear. “Do you speak Andalay girl?” she asked her softly. Andalay was the common language of the Commonwealth and half the civilised world.“Only. “Damn, girl, your booty is seriously fuckable! Maybe this really should be in your next video ... porn set to your voice, with me pumping in and out of your sweet ass good and hard! It could set a whole new standard or genre of pop music ... porno pop, if you will! Pop has already gotten a bit raunchy, but not nearly enough for my taste! I admit that I really enjoyed your last one, where you pranced around in nothing but a bandana, of course!” I told Kesha as I pumped furiously in and out of. She places both her hands on my shoulders and peers over them at my reflection in the mirror. I gaze ahead, but there is no sign of Pandora — neither of the room or Chloe, only that of me and the dress."You like?" Her voice from so far away is that of a lover who has presented her beloved with the most fabulous gift, one they hope will thrill."I thought it was going to be too tight," I tell her.It is as if the fabric is familiarising itself with my shape. The way it settles about me, I'm. . I can call you Julie can't I? I mean now that were going to be so intimately involved with each other."I shivered knowing what was going to happen to me but I nodded my head yes."Good. Do you understand why this is happening to you Julie, why I'm going to do this?"Again, I nodded my head."Good, then let's get started. Please take off all your clothes and let me have a look at you." You don't have to do this you know." I said but he didn't reply. He didn't say anything he just stared at me so.