“Your cunt’s the tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”He kept on pumping in and out of me. I felt him tear through my hymen and the pain burned in...side my pussy feeling his hard cock stroking in and out of me.“Patrick, please stop, it hurts!” I cried underneath him as he continued to pound his dick in and out of my cunt.“Oh, Viv, you feel so good. Just a little while longer, baby, oh fuck just give it a sec, you’ll like it. It’ll feel real good. Trust me.”Tears came to my eyes as he continued to. "Because I want you to come and do it full time. Be a professional model. You'll get to travel the world, a bit. It's not like the catwalk models, they get paid silly money to wear clothes, and they really do travel all over. If you decide to do this, it'll make you a comfortable living, but you wouldn't be a millionaire. Not unless you were very lucky and became the next Sam Fox or Melinda Messenger. I suppose if someone like Playboy had got to you first, you could have become a dollar. It?s her idea. I?ll look the other way, if you want.?Well, at least Marcus was being a gentleman about it, Amy might havebeen thinking.Amy had been wearing a thick cotton white shirt. While still aregular dress shirt, we?d all opted for the thickest we could find tomostly hide the bra straps. She/he started unbuttoning it, lookingsheepish with each manipulation of the fingers. Finally, at the end,Amy un-tucked the shirt and slipped it off his/her arms, leaving onlythe bra on top. Shoot, it was. " Don't worry about that, Sweetie—one of us will be." She kissed his cheek, then waved as he drove off.The First DayAn early morning flight meant that Alan had to get up before the sun rose and he was still tired as he handed the appropriate Euro note over to the cab driver outside of the Bishop's rented holiday villa. He pulled his travel case up the short, inclined drive to the front door and rang the bell. The naked and already very tanned Sarah let him in. She hugged him, kissed him, then.