I laughed. “Ah, okay,” I said. “What’s he doing now?”“He’s helping me take pictures,” she said. “And he’s waiting for instructions....”“Okay,” I answered, seeing how far I could go wit her. “Then I want him to film you while you spread your legs and start pissing right where you are now.” It was a bit of a risky demand, since not everyone is into that kind of stuff, but I figured the worst that could happen was for them to disconnect and leave me be. And in fact, for a few minutes it seemed as if. Yet herlook that afternoon had caused me to stumble my words and moved me torun. I'd roamed about on lesbian and submissive websites over the passedfew evenings and saw certain behaviors that reminded me of myself. I ofcourse wasn't a true female let alone a sub but I needed time tounderstand the role my gender may have in terms of my sexuality. Iwouldn't rush anything.I found my new cincher, this one a bit smaller, and clipped it intoplace. The neckline of the dress exposed more cleavage and I. The girl responded with, "You don't think I would buy this short a skirt or go braless by my own choice; do you?"Suddenly the intercom went and a voice announced they were ready for Charlady's interview. The girl pointed to a different door and told charlady to go on in. On wobbly legs, Charlady approached the door and knocked. She seemed to wait for ages before she was told to enter. Sliding into the room she did not see her Master Ray enter the reception area. Closing the door behind her she. As he withdrew from one of her holes, he would thrust himself into the other. He held himself to a steady rhythm through sheer force of will, determined to make this last a long as possible. Sarah had leaked enough juice around his fingers and into the palm of his hand that soft squelching noises made a counterpoint to the louder noises coming from her throat. Squelchy sounding moans were punctuated by a soft "glug" each time Junior's dick pressed past the back of her throat. Junior slid a.