But that was before I saw Becky. Now Becky was all I could think about, and I couldn’t even remember why I lusted after them—or any other men, for...that matter. But they still looked big. “Can you really beat them all?” I asked.“Of course,” Becky said with a shrug of her massive shoulders. “I dominate everything.”“But there are three of them,” I said.“Maybe you should kiss my muscles for good luck,” Becky said, her red lips sparkling in the sun.My pussy trembled with excitement as I bent down. Remember that therapy method Bob wrote down for you? Well, I looked it up. It involves having really, really uncomfortable challenges. And this brings me to my idea.“Denise, I think that we can offer to go halfway on the Program with them for the week. My idea is to use the necessary safety equipment to protect our private areas from injury. As Bob said, the definitions and the list of protective items and who can choose to use them is so open to interpretation that they can’t reasonably refuse. He then had me in a large leather chair and was pointing his camera very close to me, he had me playing with a pencil on my nipples and then licking the end of the pencil and stroking my tits with it.The final pose was me with one leg on a desk and my legs apart with him zooming in on my knickers, he then asked if I would be comfortable doing some nude pictures.I was very comfortable with him so agreed for some extra cash and I lowered my knickers and sat in front him with my hairy fanny and. . and had to content herself with the memory of how it looked in its red, turgid state. His kiss and his touch continued to inflame her. She moved her hips to suggest where she wanted to feel his fingers, but he ignored her. then without hesatation he was massaging her tender flesh, squeezing the nipples and giving her hope that her pussy ... her hot, swollen clit ... might also receive some desperately wanted attention. The two hands continued to fondle and stroke her breasts as his kisses.