I took pictures of her with everything from me to a baseball bat rammed up her cunt and although she was initially concerned about having them taken s...e soon began to trust me. One day after dropping a heavy load inside her cunt I told her about the magazines. She was so embarrassed and so scared that her husband would see them. I told her that he would not as long she gave me a baby. She couldn't believe it, and started to cry. I told her that I would send a copy of the magazine to her husband. I pointed to the bed, shrugged, then said, ‘you’d be welcome to stay if you wanted’ The girl shook her head at this while wanly smiling then proceeded to slip both of her arms, thru the thin arm holes of her romper. ‘Wait, wait’ I said to her. I then gently pulled the sleeves of the romper down from her shoulders, then lowered the garment till I could just see one of her brown nipples, ‘let me sketch you once more before you leave? Please?’ She looked at me blankly. ‘Wait, wait, please’ I told. Next her skirt was dragged down her legs and she tried hard to stop her skirt being taken and was rewarded with another fist in the stomach; with her skirt gone she stood almost doubled over only wearing her panties and she soon felt her pimps hands grasp the waistband of them; she knew what was coming but knew better than to object again, and quickly they were dragged down exposing her shaven cunt; now she was stood naked. When she saw herself in the mirror she was shocked for she knew she. I couldn't ignore it. Marshall unzipped his pants and pulled his big purple headed cock out to point right between my eyes.His hands smooth the hair on top of my head and gripped the ribbon encased pony tails he had formed in my hair just moments before. "Here Baby, take my dolly in those sweet lips of yours. Come on now sweets you know you want to do it. All good little girls do this for there guys. I am your guy, ain't I?" He was holding my head by the pony tails as he thrust his.