“I know, but...” “A prostitute who was known for nastiness, Ms. Watson. Her, um, sexual exploits had very few limits. In order to honor her lega...y, we’ll have to highlight all of her work. Some of the scenes we’re shooting are going to be very explicit. Essentially, if you take this role, you’re agreeing to become a porn star. If you still want to do this, we’re going to have to make sure you can perform as needed when the time comes.” “I’ve thought it all through,” Emma repeated, though her. Long, elbow-length gloves were laced on myarms: strong leather gloves with steel rings on the inner wrists. Theserings clipped onto matching rings on my corset, pinning my hands to myhips so that I looked like a strutting hooker!In this outfit, the girls made me prance around the room. The only way Icould see ahead of me was to bend over at the waist--an agonizing feat.Naturally, this forced my bare bottom--now red from spanking --outprominently, emphasized by the tight corset and high heels.. Ohhhh, please, please, stop it! You’re stretching me! Nnnngggghhh!” she grunted.All she got in response was a low chuckle. The stiff thing kept pushing, stretching her cunt wider. She gasped in part pain, part pleasure. Just as she felt she would be torn in two, the stretching stopped and the thing slid deeply into her cunt. She gasped in sudden pleasure. The inner walls of her cunt tightly gripped the big thing. It was enough to send her over the brink. She shoved back against it.“Ohhhhh, no,. Her face was flaming. She turned to face him once she was clothed. “I’ll bring your clothes back tomorrow,” she offered. Marc shook his head, smiling.“Would you like to just stay here for the night? I’ve got a guest room. We can knock this painting out tomorrow morning.” Claire blinked, a little thrown.“Well…I don’t know.” She hardly knew him. Granted, he’d seen her naked a total of three times now, and had already kissed her and touched her, so she supposed she knew him a little more than she.