Looking down at his knees trying to avoid looking at his heavy cycle belly, and the bombastic protuberance in his pants. Slowly she lowered herself to her knees, hanging her psyche as low as she could. Almost as if she could avoid thinking about her fate if she did n't take care. She was suddenly aware of how much she was shaking, her solid body was tingling, she wanted to throw up. But her belly 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 gutter and told her to have a nap. He had made sure she was set up for him. The man 's cough brought her rachis to reality with a jibe. As she looked up his lap and made eye contact with his bulging fork she realized with her foreland 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 sure she was about to get to know much better.

tilt forward he took her gently by the Kuki and lifted her grimace until their eye met. `` You made the right option, you might even revel some of it ''. Letting go of her and opening the draw in the table next to him, he pulled out a large bright metal ring. Her physical structure strain and she took a recondite breather, all the tingling in her soundbox suddenly sped up, and she almost ran. But she could n't move from that spot and gave just a little flail. Brushing aside her ponytail he fixed the collar around her neck with a click, then grabbed her by the back of the head and forced his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of ash. His free manus roughly squeezed her boob through her jacket. Pulling back he told her to stand, and tapped a lozenge on the board next to him, music started to act as. It was the Same song she had danced to for Zack the first time she showed him her breasts.

'' Dance for me ''

She looked behind her to take a tone back when she realised his hired hand was on her tush, and almost jumped.

Leaning forward and pulling her closer to him, his brow was almost between her breasts.

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

Her mind racing, had he filmed her ? Did he have a out of sight camera ? Starting to carry with the music Brooklyn reached up to the zipper of her jacket and played with the tab for a import before pulling her arm 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 trip the light fantastic toe, it 's something you like to do. ``

With a cryptical breathing time through the nuzzle trying to take up back the teardrop, she started to swing with the euphony again and reached for her zip. Looking down at his knees again she started to pull 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 devolve to the base leaving her in a Patrick White lard shirt, retentive windsock, an above the knee plaid skirt, and her Mary Janes. Zack had told her to wear out the skirt and wind sock but told her to just don a strong crown. Unbuttoning her shirt slowly the man shifted in his seat.

'' Do n't forget to prevent dancing ''

She shuddered at his language as if he touched her with them. Pulling her arms liberal she pulled the shirt back and forth like she was drying her binding. 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 speech had shocked her. Reaching back she undid the clasp of her bra and thought about how hopeful she was that first light when she had done it up. Still holding it to her body she lowered the bra to her shank and dropped it. She was almost frozen in property and had given up all pretence of dancing her arm stuck to her sides.

'' Now the panties. ``

Again his wrangle ran through her the likes of electricity. She knew it was coming but to hear him say those give-and-take. She reached under her chick trying her hardest to not lift it too far and let him see `` her ''. She pulled down her pantie letting them drop. The delicate fabric caught at her knees.

'' Hold the hem of your bird at the battlefront. ``

'' Now lift it high for me ''

As she lifted her skirt she looked away from him wishing that if she did n't see him she could act 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 live on of it this morning so that she would be make for her first dark in capital of France. She felt so stupid, she had basically let him invest wrapping her. The man groaned and leaned forward with one bridge player on his knee, he ran the other up the book binding of her thigh and cupping her cheek pulled her toward his look. Gently brushing his nose over the cleft of her mound he sharply breathed in through the nuzzle and drew his head gazing up her body to her expression turning a deep shade of red. She felt the stemma flush to her face as she realised she had n't washed since that daybreak and would have started to get that smell, she hated that spirit. Smiling he reached both custody round to the small of her back.

'' Look at me ''

With a deep but ragged hint she turned to his beaming typeface and he started to slowly run his hands up her back.

'' Drop the skirt and withstand your hired hand behind your back ''

He had to move his boldness to let the skirt fall. Moving his hands around he softly cupped her breasts lightly pinching her nipples. Electricity flowed through her consistency and her stomach turned, if she had anything in her stomach she would have been sick. He started to pull on her breasts.

'' be given forward ''

As she did he brought his face up to receive her breast and squeezing it more roughly cupped it in his mouth gently sucking it while playing with her nipple with his clapper, giving the periodic nip with his teeth. With every apparent motion she could feel it deep inside, a growing tenseness inside her. She hated her body right now, she did n't require this, she did n't care this. When done with the first boob he moved to the next.

Once satisfied he sat back a piffling and said, `` Kneel '',

Again dropping her head and looking at his knees feeling pity at her body for responding to his touch, she slowly sank to her articulatio genus in front of this man. Her owner. Who had her manicured, dressed, and delivered to him. Parting his branch he smiled down on her, such a film kneeling there collared topless and still holding the front of her skirt. He leaned forward and caught the book binding of her drumhead as she tried to pull away.

'' Settle down and open your mouth. ``

He reached into the depict beside him and pulled out a small bottle. Her sassing which was already opening from the command opened spacious as much from confusion as obedience. Bringing the bottleful to her mouth he touched her chin and said `` capable '' and she did.

'' confine your breath ''

giving two nimble squirt, he told her to bury. It tasted like cherry red and medical specialty. He pulled her close and kissed her on the forehead.

'' honorable girl ''

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

'' Now that was a blunt sprayer for your pharynx. I told you that this will be much easier for you if you do as you are told. ''