“You should try it, Georgette.”“The rest is for her.” I knew what was coming but I couldn’t escape. I struggled in my bonds, clenched my t...eeth and shook my head. It didn’t do any good. Carla pinched my nostrils closed and waited until I had to open my mouth to breathe. I was forced to swallow my own cum load.“We’re going to fix you up and dress you up today, Georgette. You’d better cooperate completely or you know what’ll happen.” Yeah, I knew. Fixing me up included sticking me into a. We'd sometimes leave a couple of pictures for the maid to find. Or even put one in the hall in front of our room to see the person who found its reaction. But on one trip to the beach, we got another idea when we saw a one-hour photo lab. We'd never seen one before because this was in the seventies and they were new.We'd taken some photos the night before of Lynn doing a sexy strip-tease from fully dressed to garter and stockings. And another roll of her nude in various sexy poses and of her. You lead me into a room and have me sit down on something soft. I don’t know if it’s a couch, a chair or a bed because you won’t let me open my eyes. I hear the door close and I hear you lock it. I feel you sit beside me and you pull me close to you and kiss me. Your hands are all over my body, pushing my shirt up to expose my breasts clad in a thin lace bra. Your hand goes around my back and you unhook that bra and remove it from me along with my shirt. You say, ‘Don’t open your eyes yet.’. " She shook her head and held her face in her hands. "Go on, 317. I am sure you wish to be cooperative. You will remember how important this is for you. Do as you have been instructed." The girl bit her lip, looking from side to side. "Go on!" the voice barked. "Your age, your measurements, your weight, your skills. Continue!"Slowly, the girl began. "I'm, uh, twenty three years old, from a small village in Oxfordshire, England. I am, I was a secretary for a firm of lawyers in Oxford. My,.