With her help, you will get to be a pricey model, sharing her expensive apartment in New York or LA."I felt somewhat shocked to know that she had plan...ned that far ahead. I know that we'd talked about all those possibilities at one time or other, but it hadn't been made into a plan. I simply asked, "Will all that happen?" I'll bet a dollar on Charlene's success. I don't know if that's something you'd like or not." You're a cheapskate, too. All my friends tell me that betting a penny or a quarter. Itwas much more intense than any of my previous experiences with thething. Then again, the result would be more dramatic than anythingbefore. I felt myself begin to fall forward, but Mrs. Taylor caught me."Stephanie! Stephanie are you alright!?" she asked hysterically."I...I think so." I managed to get out.After I felt the effects of the device wear off, I didn't really feelall that different. I mean, I was expecting my mind to be lethargic, tonotice the loss of intellect, but I felt exactly. ” He was right. As much as my ass hurt and as much as I was confused, I was turned on by him being in control. He slipped his cock into my pussy. Just the head. It felt like I was going to break. My ass had expanded so much my pussy could barely fit him in. He moaned. Pushing in further and further. His big cock pushing deep inside me. I had tears flowing down my cheeks. I’d never been filled like this before. He started to slam my pussy. Hard. He’d never been that rough with me. He grabbed. Shit. That beautiful bastard wouldn’t let me cum. He wrenched down my leggings and simple white cotton panties, just enough that he could see my slit. Freeing his thick, bulging, prick, he grabbed my wrist and folded my hands around the top of my panties, guiding me to hold them out towards him. If anyone had seen us, it would have looked utterly obscene. There was a sticky string of my girly juice connecting my cunt and my underwear. He stroked his engorged prick into my panties –.