*click* The camera shutter snaps Kaley out of her daydream and back to reality.Mike, the photographer gulps and mumbles "uh...Yeah that's great really..., uh... really sexy. Maybe we should break for lunch now.". He can feel himself getting harder and is sure Kaley is going to notice the bulge. "Uh Yeah, sounds good" Kaley quickly replies pulling the dress back down, acutely aware of her moist pussy. They both head for the door to the studio arriving at the same time. "After you Kaley"Says mike,. ”“No fucken way,” I shouted at him and go to storm out of the room. As I try to pass by John, he catches my arm, spins me to look at him, and says with a very stern voice, “My dear, you have no choice. A bet is a bet, and your husband is being an honorable man by keeping to his word. I suggest you be a good wife, and follow the lead of your husband.” I looked at Ben and all he can do is slowly nod, so as I turn my eyes to the floor, I also nod in agreement. “Very good,” John says and continues. Besides wanting to verify Polly had indeed taken the trip he needed to return all of Polly’s belongings she left in his apartment. He had no intention of ever seeing her again and certainly didn’t want her personal possessions in his house any longer. When Pete got to Polly’s home her father informed him she left on her trip as planned. From the conversation Pete came to realize Mr. Parker was no happier with his youngest daughter than was Pete. It took them maybe fifteen minutes to move her. The padding held in place with surgical tape stains a dark crimson, Shit cursing under her breath at popping yet another stitch, she sighs softly as her shoulders slump with the weight of her life. So heavy it seems and yet still so young, but age isnt always measured in years, and the short 25 years she had lived certainly endured to many decades. Leaning heavily against the thick pole supporting the tin shelter roof of the bus stop she closes her eyes with exhaustion. The simple exericise of.