Ek din uane muje milne ko kaha mene pucha kaha milenge to usane kaha tum mere ghar par Aajao mene pucha tumara pati kya kahega to kaha ki mera pati ka... ke silsileme jyadatar out of station rahete hai phir usane muje apana mobil no diya our Baroda Ane ki date our time diya me uske bataye huye time pe baroda pahoocha our station se bahar nikal kar use call kiya usne kaha me station pe tume lene Aayi hu mene pucha kaha ho to usane bataya ki car parking me me karme hu Our car ka no. Diya our kaha. I won’t look like this the rest of my life and I want the pictures made!” I told her that if that’s what she wanted, to go for it!The following week, Dot placed a call to the guy and he invited her to his studio to discuss the details. When she arrived at the studio, he invited her to look around, and also showed her some albums of pictures he had taken. She thumbed through the album, noticing that there were some very sexy shots in them along with some very revealing outfits that the women. Claire, you have a perfect pussy!” He whispered, whilst lightly touching the outer lips. His fingers parted the inner ones, as his face neared my hot spot. I was throbbing with anticipation, silently begging for his tongue. After one last cheeky smile at me, his tongue toughed my pussy, just above my dripping hole. He licked upwards, towards my clit. I was on fire. Nothing had ever felt like this before! Scott began to softly suck on my clit, his big hands expertly caressing my inner thighs. I. Jan slid next to me and wrapped her arms around me, and I collapsed in her embrace, sobbing against her chest. "Shhh..." she hushed me softly as she stroked my hair. It was hard to say at that moment what was pulling the sobs from my chest more: the thought of losing Danielle, or Jan's gentle, comforting acceptance of me. I knew it was both, as I slowly pulled away and accepted the tissues she fished out of her purse."Feel free to puke, tell me how psycho I am and walk out of here anytime.".