''and for the next hour i fucked my tiny ass into a gaping hole, scared of his cock, so big so dark and full of large veinsi fucked on my toys thinkin... it would help me if we did it, looking at his pictureshe txted me after a while saying he was outsit on my bbc 7 inch toy bouncing , starting to want his real cock way too much ''im done in 20min, still want to see me?''''yes''and he called me i saw him open his cam he was outside alone smoking a cigarette''look boy i really like what i saw , i. . even her tits. And that was when she felt normal. She was a strong woman, confident in her skills and in her worth, but she knew that when people looked at her, they saw her tits first and foremost, and very often, they saw only her tits, as if she, Jessica Rabbit,the most successful nightclub singer Toontown had ever birthed, was nothing more than a walking pair of bloated meat balloons. She was a strong woman, but the weight of her tits sometimes dragged her down.So the shower was her. I: I think you would be great.She smiled and we chatted for some time with details for the shoot. She looked excited but was scared too. I took my time ad explained her the details for it. If any one wants to read about it, please read in,She was shy and smiling at the same time. But she didn’t say anything. We left with a smile and we didn’t speak for the next 4 days. On Friday morning, I got a message:S: hey there, how are you?I: I am good. You say?S: What’s the plan for tomorrow?I: Nothing. My heart stopped for a second, I was afraid to look back, but I was petrified that someone else would be there.A asked “Who is there?”There was no answer, so I did again and again no answer.I slowly turned my head, just enough to have a look and the room was empty.On the table all my things, packed and ready to go but no clothing. At the top of everything a note: “We are not interested, find your way out, I will call security in 15 minutes.”I looked around the room for anything that I could.