Fuck me with your fingers."In response I felt two of Richie's fingers slide right into my cunt deep.Ohhh yesss," I cried around his tongue, "Do that, ...keep on doing it."Then I heard myself telling them "Go to my house, please, Go to my house you have to fuck me, please you have to." I wanted to take back those words but then I didn't, I repeated them. "My house, pull into the driveway and we'll go in the side door. I need a cock inside me, hurry."I felt Richie's other hand moving down my back. I would have liked to have been a fulltime model but I haven’t quite made the break through and ofcourse time is against me now. So instead I model part time yes I have done some glamour work but mostly catalogue stuff and lingerie.Time to set the scene….I don’t want you thinking that I am easy because I am not. I have had two boyfriends that I have made love to and both were relationships that lasted over 6 months. It was summer time we had been shooting in Jamaica. The night was warm and. Back to Faxon’s. David and Gloria, me and my crew, the militia, and 90 percent of the survivors of the town.“Hero David,” chuckling as I said it ... my sergeant laughed outright. “We’re going to have to clean up our mess before we can search?”He surprised me.He nodded at the harbor, “We have the perfect midden.”We did. Yes indeed, we did. We used it. It would have been a major job of work but, what with ex wives and others released from “Faxon’s Reign of Terror,” we did just fine.Wheelbarrows. Before he got up he made me look directly into the camera and asked me if I thought I was going to get in trouble when I got back home because of the things I did tonight. SHIT! I practically forgot about all that. I started to panic and look around for my clothing when Otis sat on the couch in front of me with that delicious fat monster pointing hard up at the ceiling and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet then down on his lap facing him as I kept whispering that I had to leave. As I sat.