We arrived at a non-descript building as Joe led me through the door and up the stairs, where we were met by Kate.“Oh good you’re here, welcome to... my studio” Kate beamed“looks like a nice set up” I offered“I prefer to shoot outdoors, but sometimes it’s nice to be able to have a more controlled environment.She led me through the door to a studio, it was set up for a photo-shoot, lighting rigs, tripods, and equipment everywhere and in the middle of the room was a large dining room table, set up. I had somehow managed to fall asleep, but then I was forced to realize the pool of my liquids forming underneath myself. The smell of my juices filled the air and I remember giving out a small moan at this, for some reason I could have guessed that this would signal Jared, though I let it happen anyway."Morning sunshine." He mused with a smirk on his face as he quietly kissed my lips. His fingers sliding through my hair. "Do you want some more?" He asked with a smirk on his face, pulling the. He knew, from pleasant previous experience, that as they passed him, he would be treated to three delectable little asses whose gyrations would be quite a challenge to his hopes of remaining flaccid.All three girls had the latest in footwear, although 'wear' might not be quite accurate. Advances in adhesives had led to featherweight, custom-fitted platforms that one could coat, then just step onto. They would stay comfortably attached to the soles of the feet until easily removed with a squirt. Grabbing the dusty old-school sled from the garage, it's steel runners glistening and deadly she applied Pam to each runner liberally and trudged her way up the hill. Kids stepped aside to allow her passage like extras in a Sergio Leone spaghetti western. Squinting down the hill like Charles Bronson, she rubbed raw bacon on the steel for an additional layer of turbo-powered fun and then she was off as on-lookers gazed on like slack-jawed yokels. The story would be told like Tolkien tales for.