"They sat in silence for several seconds as Loren struggled with knowingthat he should take her up on this offer and yet fearing being seeing inwomen'... clothes. Then it hit him, he was already learning part of whathe needed to know to write these stories. His fear of being seen wassomething he could use as a basis for writing his first story."Ok," he finally agreed. "I think this could be valuable research."Stephanie set the magazine on the coffee table and slid her feet backinto her. The warmth of the sheet seeped into her bones, as the young woman told her her name. "I'm Nikki. I'll be doing your massage. Do you have any problem areas that you'd like me to work on?" "No, but I'd love it if you'd do a relaxation massage, rather than a "therapeutic" one." She'd had both in the past, but she just wanted the pampering of a relaxing touch. She felt the young woman's hands with warmed oil begin to massage her shoulders, and work on the knots that always seem to form there from. She cries out in pain, but continues jerking her hips up and down, grinding them into me, skewering herself on my rigid cock. "Get off," – I slap her on the ass, and she get off me, lowering herself to the couch, her small pudgy hand immediately going to rub her pussy. "Please," – she moans, - "Please, I almost came." "You want Mustafa fuck you more," – I smile, - "you slutty girl." Yes," – she is quick and eager to agree with me, - "Yes. Please."I push her back, pull her legs up and apart, and. Seven years had passed since my first visit to The Cordova Keys where I was hired to capture the sweet sixteen celebration of the youngest of the Cordova children. Now, at a staggering 5’10’, she was the perfect picture of health and beauty. The tops of her tanned breasts were just visible over her white blouse that was cut to accentuate her toned and lean arms. Her white skirt swayed gently in the breeze of the corridor of the complex as she crossed the threshold and gave me a warm embrace..