Smiling I slid my feet into the smallish looking shoes andcarefully walked out her door. Gently I glided down the stairs whilemy... Cindy's robe float...d behind me as if it were made from butterflywings.I sat on the couch and pulled my legs under me like I had seen girls dobefore, watching my glossy nails I began to surf the TV channels. Isettled on a stupid flick that normally I never would have been allowedto watch. It was late and there wasn't anyone here to stop me anyway.The show did. She takes so much time pressing, rubbing, squeezing it to give him enjoyment. And then her fingers sneak to his asshole and enter him, pressing against his sides. She wonders if she should try to prostate massage him again. She finds the spot and thrusts a few times for his delight against the side of his prostate, but not enough for him to cum. Not yet.Down his thighs and calves, she goes, giving the full treatment to his feet as Karen had demonstrated. By the time she tells him to roll. "Smile for the camera, Baby." What? What the hell do you mean, camera?" Karen's head was swimming from the alcohol, but she sure as hell didn't like the idea of having pictures taken while she was being assaulted.Again Chris leaned forward, kissed her cheek, and whispered. "I said smile, Bitch. We're going to make a little movie here. We may want to watch you get fucked again, sometime. Remember, if you co-operate, we won't be as rough with you as we will be if you don't co-operate. You will. So for me that means finding a Goddess amongst the ranks, the very numerous ranks, of girls who pose. You might be different – maybe a prostitute or you become romantically involved with Her. You’ll know what it is that turns you on when it comes to posing; for me, I love glamour, stocking-tops, knickers, bikinis, cleavage, and a little topless – that’s all I need. I knew straightway when I saw my Goddess, the girl I wanted to worship. Seeing Her smile from the pages of a magazine or on my.
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