And I might let her....that's it...now..smile you dirty little cunt....SMILE". Click click. Click. Click click. Lesley was so uncomfortable holding th...is pose, that she was pleased when he said stand up and remove your bra. "Now....make sure, every time this camera clicks, you smile...I like happy whores...not sourfaced cunts...ok...now...the best bits...I want to see this smooth cunt...and those organ stops nipples of yours....they look fucking huge...what a dirty cunt you are...bet you've had. “But be careful, he’s a bit prickly and you might end up with a smacked bottom if you’re cheeky.” She dug me in the ribs and laughed. “Wow, I’d better watch what I say then.” “Tell you what, why don’t you come through to my study and I’ll let you have a look at some of my collection for an hour or so, and then later when everyone’s gone, I’ll give you the 10 cent tour.” We walked through to the back of the house and I let her into my study room where I had quite a bit of the paperwork stored.. "Then you did very well with her." She complimented. "She seemed much happier than I imagine most girls you've opened."He nodded, and looked a little sad. "I know." He agreed. "I think I missed many opportunities to see wondrous things before my eyes, with each girl." She sighed. "To think that I can, instead of causing them to cringe, cause them to bloom into lustful creatures who get very exciting indeed." He looked at her hard. "I so look forward to seeing her again, and I mean her, not just. Unfortunately, I am plagued with a biological preponderance for self-doubt which he was challenging me to face head on. My mother hadn't bonded with me during her pregnancy thus I was left challenged to form healthy, loving relationships as an adult. My brain had been wired differently in the womb than most people's, my subconscious mind operated under the assumption that I was inherently unlovable and intrinsically without value despite how much work I'd done on myself, no matter how many.