I ... crap ... what can we do to get it ... up?”Jason sat back, putting his hands behind his head. “Well, I think you need to apologize to it.”T...he girl looked completely out of her depth. “How ... how do I... ?”“Take off your shirt, come over here, and give it a kiss.”The trim brunette looked over at the other guard, who shrugged. The bitch paused for a moment, took a breath, and then pulled her tattered shirt over her head.Not bad, Jason thought. Her breasts were maybe a little small. He had. He convinced my parents that I had a future as a high fashion model. So off I went with him to LA."He was true to his word and obtained modeling assignments for me. Soon I was climbing up the pecking order and was solicited for assignments by famous designers, top cosmetic companies for ad campaigns. The whole shtick, as we say in the trade." I hear that in that world, there is always a quid pro quo to climb up the ladder? Did the producer want sexual favors to promote you?" I questioned."No.. My boyfriend was silently laughing at my conversation,that man!!!I asked my slave”Do you think you deserve to be rewarded?”,he replied”If maam thinks I should be rewarded then only I deserve it”.I was very happy with his reply so I touched his dick and slowly jerked him more to make his whole dick wet and he was writhing for me,for a faster pace and I said”Yes,I think you deserve it”.My boyfriend gave me a condom and I made my slave wear it,I then slowly descended on his dick and told him to. I could see her dainty white fingers wrap around that big ebony shaft and see her tongue snaking into his, and it was driving me crazy, but still I rubbed my cock through my trousers, not wanting to cum without her touch. But the thoughts persisted. I could see his thick, long black cock, pushing against her slit and popping into her after a hard push. And I could hear her screams of delight.I couldn't help but pull my dick out of my trousers and start stroking it. I could see her head moving.