She was lying on a bed, covered with a sheet. Sunlight streamed into the room through a space in the heavy curtains that covered the window. Under the... sheet she was naked. Looking around she realized it was the same room in which she had been confined when she was first brought to this place. Bits of broken pottery were still on the floor against one wall where she had smashed them in the tantrum she had had when first imprisoned. Is it possible that was only yesterday? It seemed ages ago, part. "God, I see what attracts you men to these porn mags! But you know they are not really like these pics don’t you?" "Oh?" Silly! They are air-brushed! No one has skin as flawless as this." Layla holds up the centre-fold. "Mark, you are an idiot if you don’t accept that. Look at this one’s pussy mound..."My heart skips a beat and John Thomas raises his head and takes notice in my pants. "... not a goose bump, not a razor nick..." her left eyebrow arches upward."Yes but..." I stammer,"she probably. He started to play with her beautiful ass, sliding his hands over it.Her flesh was soft and silky. And he was reaching between Susan's legs and playing with her hairy cunt. Then he stuck his finger right up Susan's asshole and started to work it around."Yeah, I'm going to fuck it good! It's nice and tight! I hope I can fit my big hard cock in it. I'm going to try." Fuck me, I need you to fuck me," Susan gasped.The nude woman was nearly going out of her mind. It really turned her on to feel. She looked at my hard on and giggled. She said it was okay she didn't mind trying not to laugh.Then she started to leave blushing. I played dumb ass she started to walk out. I said my god your not the bathroom attendant are you. She stopped shock her head and said over and over again how sorry she was. She asked me begged me not to tell her manager. I smiled and said your just wanted to look at my cock. She laughed and she didn't mind it. I told her she owed me for keeping my mouth shut. She.