I loved being compromised and helpless. I gave up everything for you, but after you left me at the table alone, I wasn’t sure of much of anything. I...had a lot of negative thoughts running through my head. It was like…I enjoyed something I wasn’t supposed to, but it wasn’t Charlie who turned me on. It was that I had to satisfy Charlie in order to fulfill what you and all those women wanted. You made me do it, or at least it felt that way. I was being watched, exposing not just my body, but I. I tookextra care to set my hair the night before and picked out a pink dress,my suspenders and a pair of fishnet stockings.When I got up the next morning I took my curlers out slowly to make suremy hair stayed curly. I decided to switch from my white bra panties to apink pair with a lace trim. I fastened my bra and suspender belt androlled on my fishnet stockings. I loved the feel of my fishnet stockingson my legs and the way I looked in them. I began to wonder if I couldever give up being. That’s when I thought this might be something I could bring up and see if Mark was really serious. I had not seen him in over a year and remembered how good looking he was. The last time he was in town he tried to flirt with me but I kept the conversation very business like. I found myself that morning dressing very sexy, not in my usual conservative business suit but in a black pin striped, tight pencil skirt, dark lavender silk blouse and 4′ black high heeled pumps. I wore my sexiest black. Brittany moved forward, forcingme up onto my heels, as Chantz leaned back. Chantz reached forward andpinched my nipples, as she drove the remaining three inches into mywaiting ass. As I screamed, I felt a warm liquid filling my mouth."Damn, this bitch is good, she made me cum already," Brittany laughed."Good thing I have a lot more where that came from." "What's a goodflag without lots of white?" she asked, as she pulled Chantz's cock outof my ass, I glanced over my shoulder just in time for.