”“What about second and third movies ... how many can you do of the same people?”“Probably about ten at the same price, I don’t know, over t...ime. Depending on storylines and how well we did it, and as long as nobody put on weight or dyed their hair or got tattoos or piercings.”“Then there’s the school and all the fees.”“You needn’t think you’re getting your hands on that! That’s mine, I put all this together.”“You bought the hotel with Carl’s earnings and made him do it up.”“You’re a greedy. I cried liberally, and the machine kept going for hours. In spite of itself, my body ended up having orgasm after orgasm, until even those hurt, and still it kept going. Eventually, the fucking stopped, but I was sorer than I had ever been before. They put me in the chair and sent me back to sleep for the rest of the day.After eight more trips to the punishment room, and two more trips to that NC Bedroom, the routine changed slightly again after the morning enema session. He pushed b-2 for. Chelsea felt her heart skip a beat at his touch. "Thank you, Sam, you are so sweet," she said, blushing again. The spaghetti finished cooking in a few minutes, and he dished up two platefuls and set them on the table complete with meatballs, Parmesan cheese, and garlic bread. He seated Chelsea and then sat down himself. "Oh, Sam! This spaghetti is delicious!" Chelsea said after the first bite. She looked at him and smiled. This charming man could cook too! He was the total package! "After we. So, I thought to look in the clothes basket for one or something else I could dry my hands on. As I fished around, much to my surprise right there was also the red bikini Mrs. P was wearing… I began to feel my heart start to beat faster as I thought about what those red bikini panties were covering earlier. I was overcome with an urge to take them out and look at them. My hands began to shake as I grabbed them and looked at the material that covered her pussy. As I began to closely inspect.