The customer wouldn't even have to undress her to get to her tight little cunt.The girl looked behind her to check if the seams of her net stockings w...re still straight. They were. She knew she was a knockout in them. There was something about stockings with seams that made her feel horny. She wanted to parade around for a man, his eyes drinking in her beauty.The director had given her a few ideas, but mostly he just encouraged her to use her own imagination. That was lots better. She could do. " As if to emphasize, she cupped both breasts,letting a bit of milk squeeze out of her nipples and dribble down herwhite fuzzy underbelly and stain her black fuzzy fingers white. "But shealso knows you have an itch down there that needs scratching sometime,don?t you?" Her paw snaked back down to push between the cheeks of Keni?sshorts. He couldn?t resist mewling a bit as he felt her pushing thefabric of his booty shorts against his pucker.Arching his back, Keni glared back at her. "N-no fair,. She thinks she’s too fat and that nobody would think she sexy and since she had a bad experience with pictures being taken, she refuses to let me take any, so I have to wait for her to sleep. Or I make a short video of her stripping.” Then I pointed out the folder with the cocked pics. “Mary” went through each pic, staring at the site of my wife’s ass either on a device’s screen or printed on paper and a man’s cock laying on it or ‘touching’ it. I then showed her where the videos were and. She had long, dark brown hair and dark eyes; small, pointy breasts that were rarely in a bra, a tight, sexy ass and a walk that almost moaned, “Fuck me.” As hot as she might have been, I didn’t really like or trust Shamita all that much. I had the feeling she was looking for a meal ticket in my brother…which might be part of the reason I let myself do any of what I’m about to relate.One Saturday afternoon I was hanging out with my brother and Shamita when the phone rang. It was some band whose.