So yes, I want you..." Natasha replied, her tone becoming darkening:"But if we're talking about my screwed up head, versus your screwed up head..."Nat...sha sauntered forward, till the women were practically nose-to-nose:"...yours is going to lose."Wanda snapped, grabbing the irritating spy by the scalp, long finger's tangling in wavy red locks; frustrated by her tenacious prey:"What eez wrong with you?! Silence you mewling- mmpphh! Unnghh!"Natasha rolled her eyes, slipping free of the brunette's. “Yep.” She beamed. “I’ve had lots of nude photo shoots, done a couple adult films and even been to the Playboy Mansion.” Without trying to burst the balloon of her story I carefully asked, “Then why are you working here?” She sighed and the joy left her face. “I’m 28 and there are lots of younger girls with tighter boobs who will do anything for big bucks.” “What about the adult films?” I pressed. “I got nervous early on and finally refused to do them because the guys wouldn’t wear. There were eight men on board plus Thomas and me. They spent the first few hours having me parade around the plane in my corset and high heels, admiring my figure and touching me as i walked by. As the flight dragged on, i felt my titties start to ache. The plane had taken off at nine in the morning and it was now nearly two in the afternoon. i'd been milked regularly each morning at ten and i was beginning to get tender and sore. When lunch was ready, i delivered it. Afterwards, i was allowed. “Get us to your penthouse quick; I can’t wait to get into bed with them and taste their bodies.” Sandra noticed Janet’s brooding eyes as she breathed those last words. Her fingers were still sliding deep inside Bebe’s writhing, warm body.Sandra turned out of traffic and steered her vehicle through the gates and into the underground parking of her apartment building. Bebe, Natalie and Janet had made themselves presentable as they stepped out of the limo and headed for the elevators. There were.