I started to get noticed. There weren't many naturalredheads doing runway."He paused. "And that's when I heard from Ralph." Lauren?" Yep. They were do...ing a big campaign and needed my look. They dressed meup younger. No sex, more like fourteen. And when a major designer callsyou in for one of their spreads in an expensive campaign, it's a make orbreak moment. It was a photo of maybe fifteen models and because of thecolor of my hair, well, I ended up being the featured kid in the photos.The ads. . he is a gyno. Surely he has seen it all," Emma thought. "Besides, I AM married. And there's no way he can tell how many people I have been with, much less that it wasn't my husband."Slipping her arms through the slits in the paper gown, Emma took her little red vajayjay and newfound confidence and climbed up onto the exam table to wait. And wait she did. It was over 30 minutes before the doctor finally stepped into the room. While she waited, Emma had to keep forcing herself to think of the. I watched his face as the head of my cock pushed past his now well stretched sphincter. I watched as his expression became once again euphoric as I filled his man-pussy with my girl-cock. I began to fuck him gently.His ankles now rested on my shoulders as I eased in and out and in and out... I grasped my breasts with both hands and squeezed them. I pulled hard on my nipples as I fucked him. I watched as my cock went into him deeply and pulled so far back out. I watched my long strokes, in and. “You think? Lillian, I have a favor to ask… turn around,” I said. She reluctantly did. I checked out her thick, curvaceous ass.“You finished?” She said, looking back at me, jerking me out of my trance.“Oh. Yeah. I’m good.”I was slightly turned on now, thinking about the bartender, practically undressing her with my eyes. And she knew it. I sipped my Coke, when I heard:“Now coming up to the stage, she is known by three letters alone… N.B.A.” The Emcee said.I looked quizzically, as she came onto.