You can say that now you are my slave.Ohterwise i’ll show this to everybody and put it on the internet and then you will be doomed. So better obey.�...�� I started sobbing (acting to cry) and said,” Yes ma’am” She said,” Now that’s like a good boy. Now if you want then you can wash your face and come out.I will be waiting. She went out. I started to wash my face. I somehow controlled myself. I thought that at last it is over and now I can go home.When I stepped out, she was waiting. She commanded. I buried my face into her pubes. Usually I liked my girls cleanly shaved but with this one her pubes were a reminder of her naivety. As if she had no clue that one could shave her pubic hair off, or maybe that was just the story I told myself. I rubbed my lips around her pussy, kissing her inner thighs, her labia, her clit. It may be a coincidence that the moment I kissed her clit she started moaning. It might be totally random that the moment my lips touched that little nodule her drugged. That’s when she met her husband. He was one of the photo crew for the producer who employed her the most often and he’d asked her to dinner one especially nice day after an oceanside picture shoot. He’d treated her like a person and hadn’t expected to fuck in exchange for the meal. Her pussy was sore anyway. She didn’t have a boyfriend at the time so the male models’ oversized dicks were the only and rather intermittent exercise it got.He asked her for a regular date and she did invite him “in”. ’ ‘We’ll see. After we skate a bit, we’ll have lunch – on me – and we’ll trade war stories,’ he said as he stood up, helping me to my feet. I prayed that I didn’t fall down too often. It had been twenty-five years since I’d last been on skates and I didn’t want a sore butt. Taking advantage of his help, I stumbled onto the ice and clumsily began to move. He skated backwards in front of me slowly, as though he were just out for a stroll. ‘You’re doing great,’ he encouraged. ‘I haven’t fallen and.