They went well, although I found myself very restless while trying to hold a single pose for more than fifteen minutes. I posed twice for the same art...st, a middle-aged woman in Greenwich Village whose apartment walls were literally flooded with drawings, paintings, and photographs by herself and others. She seemed quite pleased with me, and she gave me some pointers on how to promote myself and register with various services. I didn't tell her I wasn't quite sixteen years old yet.I saw Anita a. “Wow. Just think of the money we could make selling that fine white ass.”I couldn’t believe that these three guys were talking about me like I was just some whore.“We all need to get a piece of that fine white ass” said Fat BC“No, I don’t do that”.“Bitch is it because we are niggas? I know that if we were crackers, that we would already have their tiny white cocks in that fine ass”“I promise I am a virgin and am not a racist”.“Then prove it Bitch.”“How, by fucking you?”“No, for starts, just. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. "Dad..." she trailed off. He lifted her skirt over her hips and felt her panties."You need a firm hand, that's what you need." He leaned into her, his breath on her neck. Mara wasn't sure what to think. Her dad had never punished her for anything before. Let alone laid a hand on her. She had to admit, however, that she did like the feeling between her legs. He was a handsome man with distinguished features. She felt a small tingle as he. Or both. Hank had been so mesmerized by the mental images that he hadn't noticed that Jamie was holding onto his prick through the towel and kind of squeezing it. Hank knew he should stop and get out of the house, but he couldn't. He had to ask what happened, although he was fairly sure he knew."Dad just said, "Okay, bitch, raise up and use those pussylips to suck your brother's dick!' Fuck! It wasn't some girlfriend, it was my own brother! Dad was fuckin' Max in the ass, and callin' him a cunt.