“You’re drunk. Just look at them.” The frat boys looked at them with a perverted look in their eyes.“Look, honey, what’s your name?” The b...rtender had a warmness to her voice as she looked at her. She kind of liked it.“My name is... Fancy,” Fancy said reluctantly.“The name's Jezebel,” The bartender replied.The two newfound friends talked at the bar. Jezebel was somewhat tipsy. That came with the job. Fancy was drunk. She did not care. She gave up everything that was bothering her.“So, I’m. ..d...d...don't m...make me do this." Oh for Christ's sake, you know you want this, so shut up, close your eyes, and get to work," she demanded. "Oh yeah, that's it, baby."I did as I was told. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. My God, she was wet. I didn't really know what I was supposed to do, so I just kept licking, and sucking up her tangy juices, as she kept humping my face.Claire was moaning, humping, and calling me her lesbian slut. I was so turned on that I tried to touch my own. I just went strait to the shower and jerked off spraying cum everywhere thinking of that huge ass of hers just sitting right on my hard cock sliding right into her anus then into her cunt and then finish her off in the mouth.that was my goal!that was my dream!so i came out of the shower and went in my room to get dressed and noticed a wet stain on the office chair...i got closer to inspect it and to my surprise about 3 feet away from it could smell her ass and her wet cunt! so of course i dove. I looked a little closer. The woman was Rochelle. I was surprised. She hadn't looked nearly as radiant or as beautiful last night as she did in these photos. The camera had made her beautiful.Or had it? Lynn was just as beautiful as her alter-ego Tamara, despite the more casual clothes and lack of makeup. She wasn't different; it was just what people saw when they looked at her that changed. Was the camera really making Rochelle more beautiful, or just seeing something different that was still.