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The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a naked woman so I said, “Sorry, but I don’t come upto her standards.” That seemed to settle him a bit because he said, “You’re more beautiful than her, I don’t really like big tits, and you shave down there. Besides, you’re here in the flesh, she isn’t.” We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I’d pose for him. It was getting a bit late and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said, “Okay, but just for a few minutes, my husband will be waiting for me.” With that he was off saying, “Back in two minutes.” While he was gone I had a look round. In one draw I found some old Fiesta magazines. I remembered Jon telling me asian about some of the letters that he’d read in them. The caretaker came back out of breath; he said that he thought I might have gone or that he’d find that he was dreaming and that I wasn’t real. I smiled at him and said, “I’m real all right. Now how do you want me to pose?” I was a bit surprised when he said, “With your legs wide open.” We spent the next 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all angles. He took some real close-ups of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was real damp. Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoes and dress on he thanked me again, and said, “See you around.” As I walked out he said, “No underwear?” “Don’t believe it in.” I shouted back. What a nice man. Anyway, that’s all about my fun as a ‘mature’ schoolgirl and model. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I’m sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages, as and when he’s read them and is happy with them. Love Vanessa I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were free for all the good it did me – the collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample length and the soft fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a cross, and phallic sextoys (dildos in simpler terms) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the wall – I wasn’t going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon. there was what looked like a jail cell-style toilet, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed – quite feminine in its appearance: frilly and fluffy pink pillows and quilt The last thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips ,twin brothers I knew from school. And drinking a coke they had told me had a little rum in it. We had become friendly in a kind of a weird way. They were juniors and varsity football players -all conference running backs already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs. I was a freshman and not a fatty or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the spring, but I didn’t have the size for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as younger kids in the neighborhood and had praised my hands catching passes in the games we usually won – it didn’t bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘even the sides’ since they were both so good, Big Tits and since I was better than most guys thought we almost always won. I guess that it also didn’t hurt that I didn’t have any reservations about them being black, while, although for the most part they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the guys in our neighborhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don’t know how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively white community, there was a outdoors quiet, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racism, then at least racial contempt. Let my just put it this way – I knew a lot of guys, and some chicks too, who would not have dared to call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn’t really call them friends, I did respect and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys. Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in. He didn't hold her like he did last night, he didn't kiss her back like he did last night. I was embarrassed. “Wow” Sarah cooed. To breed and spread humanity. And Cindy had always just quietly sat there--or stood there, as the case may be--and taken her classmates' abuse, because she didn't have a mean bone in her body. Trust me!” I was really glad that the battery in the clit ring outdoors was flat. "Ok, since your stomache has been removed, it is possible to reach directly from your mouth, through your body, right out your ass. I sat him down on my towel and, with a groan, he collapsed onto his back. These three lovelies finished the birthday song standing in front of me, and I don't asian recall ever enjoying it quite so much. Her pussy was feeling so good she could hardly stand it. She must have seen where Sam and I's eyes were. Me and Marco got thoroughly cleaned up with the help of two small towels we kept in the dashboard. She also loved rape fantasies and wielding a strap-on. I turned to Hal as he lay next to me and asked,"You ever been with a man?" I felt my arms wrap around her as we kissed deeper, and felt my hands grab her tight ass. She squeaked, "Mmmhmm. He found my sphincter. I just don't do it. “No...” I repeated a little insecure. "You have been inside here." “Found them!” Lee called. "For as long as you like, Big Tits soldier.