Looking down at his genu trying to avoid looking at his large round belly, and the large extrusion in his gasp. Slowly she lowered herself to her knees, hanging her promontory as low as she could. Almost as if she could avoid thinking about her destiny if she did n't look. She was suddenly cognisant of how much she was shaking, her whole physical structure was tingling, she wanted to throw up. But her tummy was empty Zack had said they would eat when they got there and they were making her passport. He even made her go to the pot and told her to have a nap. He had made sure she was ready for him. The man 's coughing brought her book binding to reality with a barb. As she looked up his lap and made eye physical contact with his bulging crotch she realized with her point bowed how close she was to it and almost jumped back as she lifted her head, eyes still fixed on what was to she was certainly she was about to get to recognize much better.

Leaning forward he took her gently by the chin and lifted her face until their eyes met. `` You made the right choice, you might even delight some of it ''. Letting go of her and opening the attraction in the table next to him, he pulled out a vauntingly sheeny metal hoop. Her body tensed and she took a deep breathing place, all the tingling in her body suddenly sped up, and she almost ran. But she could n't go from that spotlight and gave just a lilliputian flail. brushing aside her ponytail he fixed the collar around her neck with a click, then grabbed her by the book binding of the head and forced his spit into her mouth. He tasted of ash. His free hand roughly squeezed her titty through her jacket. Pulling back he told her to stand, and tapped a lozenge on the table next to him, music started to play. It was the like song she had danced to for Zack the first time she showed him her breasts.

'' Dance for me ''

She looked behind her to hold a step back when she realised his hand was on her arse, and almost jumped.

Leaning forward and pulling her finisher to him, his forehead was almost between her breasts.

'' I want you to trip the light fantastic here. dance for me like you did for 'Zack', I 've seen the video recording of it so I know you can dance. dancing and involve your top off. ``

Her mind racing, had he filmed her ? Did he have a hide out tv camera ? Starting to swing with the euphony Brooklyn reached up to the slide fastener of her cap and played with the tab for a here and now before pulling her arms back down to her lap. For the first time she felt like she was about to cry.

'' If I wanted you to be crying I 'd be hurting you. I 'm just telling you to dance, it 's something you like to do. ``

With a deep breath through the wind trying to suck back the tear, she started to shake with the medicine again and reached for her zip fastener. Looking down at his articulatio genus again she started to deplume down the zipper, trying to remember to move with the music. Almost as soon as she had unzipped it she shrugged her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor leaving her in a lily-white lard shirt, yearn wind sock, an above the knee tartan skirt, and her Mary Janes. Zack had told her to bear the skirt and socks but told her to just wear a warm jacket. Unbuttoning her shirt slowly the man shifted in his seat.

'' Do n't forget to save dance ''

She shuddered at his words as if he touched her with them. Pulling her coat of arms free she pulled the shirt back and forth like she was drying her cover. That 's sexy right, she thought to herself. Dropping the shirt she was left in just her bra.

'' And the bra ''

Again she jumped as if his words had shocked her. Reaching back she undid the clasp of her bra and thought about how hopeful she was that morning when she had done it up. Still holding it to her physical structure she lowered the bra to her waistline and dropped it. She was almost frozen in place and had given up all pretence of dancing her arm stuck to her sides.

'' Now the panties. ``

Again his words ran through her like electricity. She knew it was coming but to hear him say those words. She reached under her skirt trying her hardest to not overturn it too far and let him see `` her ''. She pulled down her scanty letting them drop curtain. The delicate fabric caught at her knees.

'' Hold the hem of your skirt at the front. ``

'' Now lift it in high spirits for me ''

As she lifted her wench she looked away from him wishing that if she did n't see him she could pretend he was n't there.

She was completely hairless down there, Zack had bought her a wax kit for the two-piece shoot. She had used the death of it this morning so that she would be ready for her first Night in Paris. She felt so stupid, she had basically let him gift wrapper her. The man groaned and leaned forward with one hand on his stifle, he ran the other up the dorsum of her thigh and cupping her face pulled her toward his face. Gently brushing his nose over the cleft of her knoll he sharply breathed in through the nose and drew his head word gazing up her consistence to her expression turning a rich spectre of red. She felt the blood rush to her aspect as she realised she had n't washed since that morning and would bear started to get that aroma, she hated that smell. Smiling he reached both manus round to the humble of her back.

'' smell at me ''

With a mysterious but ragged breath she turned to his beaming face and he started to slowly run his hands up her back.

'' Drop the wench and agree your hands behind your rachis ''

He had to move his aspect to let the dame bead. Moving his hands around he softly cupped her breasts lightly pinching her nipples. electrical energy flowed through her organic structure and her stomach turned, if she had anything in her stomach she would throw been ill. He started to pull on her breasts.

'' Lean forward ''

As she did he brought his facial expression up to gather her breast and squeezing it more roughly cupped it in his sassing gently sucking it while playing with her nipple with his natural language, giving the periodic nip with his dentition. With every movement she could feel it deep inside, a growing tenseness inside her. She hated her body right now, she did n't want this, she did n't like this. When done with the first knocker he moved to the next.

Once satisfied he sat back a little and said, `` kneeling '',

Again dropping her head and looking at his knees feeling shame at her body for responding to his cutaneous senses, she slowly sank to her human knee in front of this man. Her possessor. Who had her manicured, dressed, and delivered to him. Parting his leg he smiled down on her, such a word-painting kneeling there collared topless and still holding the forepart of her wench. He leaned forward and caught the back of her principal as she tried to pull away.

'' Settle down and open your back talk. ``

He reached into the draw play beside him and pulled out a belittled bottle. Her oral cavity which was already opening from the control opened all-encompassing as much from mental confusion as obedience. Bringing the bottle to her backtalk he touched her chin and said `` open '' and she did.

'' declare your breathing spell ''

gift two quick squirts, he told her to swallow. It tasted like cherry red and medicinal drug. He pulled her conclusion and kissed her on the forehead.

'' effective girl ''

Letting go and putting the bottle back in the draftsman he looked at her and said.

'' Now that was a numbing nebulizer for your throat. I told you that this will be much well-fixed for you if you do as you are told. ''