You’re just in the process of bringing your lower hand up to your mouth to replace the other. You deliberately catch my eye as your tongue worms ou...t of your mouth and you tentatively run a fingertip down the middle of your tongue. You know full well what an effect this has on me, as many past experiences have reaffirmed, and in my imagination is no escape! Hm? Oh, no, sorry, was just thinking about something from the other day. Hmmm, noooothing (sprung twice!). Oh, well, you know, I’m just. ” “Um, I’m a college student. I live in Florida. I don’t know what else to say. I like to go shopping. I love the beach. Clubbing.” All of those answers true, but not what I would’ve chosen if I had time to think. I sounded like a flake. “You’re here to interview to be a lingerie and bikini model?” I nodded my head yes. “It looks like you have the body, but I will need to see you with less clothes. Can you stand up in front of the camera and take off your shirt?” The moment of truth. I could. Claire stood up and I reached out my arm so that she could pull me up.After feigning a bit of annoyance Claire grabbed my arm and tried to pull me. "Jesus you're heavy," she complained as she leaned back to use her body as a counter weight.The technique worked and once I was upright I had to hold tight and pull Claire back up to vertical too. Claire dropped the cigarette in the toilet and handing me her lighter asked that I light the candles around the tub while she peed. I took the lighter. Oh Yes! That’s right! Right up my hole! Oh, Yes, Dad! Oh fucking yes!”“You dirty little whore!”“Yes, I am! I’m a fucking whore. YOUR fucking whore! Fuck me like a dirty cunted whore, Daddy!”I pulled away from her and stood facing her. As she watched I released my waistband and lowered my zipper. My trousers fell about my ankles. I eased my brief pants over my hips and allowed my erect cock to bounce free.“Suck it, you filthy little whore!” I demanded. She looked up at me, her eyes.