Almost like aprincess you could say."Ok, you definitely sold me on that dress. Bring on the blue one now,"Carolynn chimed in bringing me back to earth... and to stop starring atmyself.I went back and closed the curtain to put on dress number two. Dress twowas not as fun. It was just a simple sleeveless dress with a round neck.The whole thing was a navy blue color and it had a small light blue beltthat went around the waist. I walked out to show Carolynn."That one isn't that great. Spin around. Let. John suddenly blurted, "Look up Nena. Look at me."Nena slowly looked up at John, who was sitting less then five feet away on a rickety wooden chair, naked except for his shorts. His stiff cock was straining against the material, like an obscene pup tent. He smiled stiffly at Nena. Gazing at all that firm brown flesh. Willing himself desperately not to touch himself, but to wait for the inevitable. That's what Constancia promised all of them."Buen trabajo," Constancia said, "Now, take the finger. Vultures circled. Wolves howled.☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆It occurs to me I should have begun at the beginning but where's the fun in that? First, I'm Esmerelda Estrada although better known by my screen name; Portia Porsche, a diva in the adult entertainment field. My specialty lies in the BDSM sub-genre such as the iconic flick 'Blazing Paddles.' I have returned to the bucolic town of Slumber Holler where I grew up before leaving town as part of the Jehovah's Witness Protection program. . She seemed to really like that. I worked lower and lower down her back until I was starting up the flair of her buttocks. As I began to massage her ass she started making even happier sounds. She spread her legs as much as the massage table would allow. I asked: ‘Do you like this?’ She replied: ‘Oh yes. It’s heavenly.’ I kneaded away as she continued to make happy sounds. At one point I ran a finger down her crevice. She squeaked as I touched her anus. I said: ‘Sorry.’ She replied: ‘Don’t be..