As this disgusting old man pushed his fingers in and out of me at a rapid rhythm I could hear the sounds of my lubrication ring in my ears, I wanted t... kick and scream but could do nothing but lay here helpless to whatever this perverted old fiend wanted to do to me. I was humiliated by my position and felt so vulnerable in my nakedness unable to move or to protect myself. I was mortified by the pictures being taken of me in such a compromised position but he continued his assault without. “Remove your shirt, and your bra, and then turn around.” I almost groaned with relief as I lowered my arms. My fingers trembled, not just from tiredness, as I slowly undid each button and slipped my shirt off my shoulders. I let it drop behind me to the floor. Then I reached back and undid the clasp on my sheer black lace bra, slid it forward, releasing my full breasts, and let that drop too. My panties remained wedged high into my ass crack, where he had left them after my paddling. I turned. The dress definitely fit with the flapper girl theme, but it wasn’t quite to sultry, sexy image the second dress was. The second dress was a figure hugging, satin scarlet temptation. The second dress cut deep into her cleavage and emphasize her hourglass figure. It was very attractive, but it was more of sitting pretty dress than a dancing, having fun dress. Dylan waited a few tortuous moments, tapping her fingers nervously on the back of her phone, before his message came in. ‘God damn,. She must have been in her late 40’s. I’m sure she was cleaning out the tub, but all I really noticed was her perfectly shaved pussy and asshole staring at me. As she moved around on her knees, spreading her legs a little more, I could see her full pussy lips. After about 2 minutes of this, I noticed that my rock hard cock was forming pre-cum and it was telling me it was time to explode. I grabbed my cock and took a few strokes, stopping just short of cumming all over the floor. I’m glad I.