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And his hands fell unto me like feathers, tickling the nape of my neck as they slid down, settling just before my shoulders.
"I want to give you something" he smiled, as his hands tensed a bit.
"okay, what is it?" I tremble. His cunning smile had peaked my curiousity, I knew he was feeling naughty, or he wouldn't have approached me.
He bent slightly, and drew close to me...I felt excited at his approach, He took his hands away from my shoulders, and placed them on either side of me; as if to trap me like some helpless animal. But I did feel helpless, and it was making me hotter than I'd ever felt before. His face coming near, his lips parted.. I began to tingle... and he said:
"I have this TPS report, see? And I wanted to be sure you got the memo."

Trying to write this story has me all cracked-out. I hate writing with no inspiration... I may just say fuck it and disobey the bodyguard. He will not be pleased... neither will my sedated balloon of pain from hell.
Whole heartedly, I have to believe that god is playing some sort of cruel joke on me... because I am a thirty year old woman with the appetite of an 18 year old boy. Just, not the equipment of course... which sucks giant ass because I would rather have sweaty hairy balls to deal with at this point. Literally.

I will enjoy having a pussy later... after this is over. I always do.

Note to self: Play with tits later and tell husband about how fun it is. Then play with his.

Okay so, out of love and respect and the nice email from a respectable photographer, I will re-post the previous pictures and throw a new one in for good measure.
As of now they are accessable. Although I really don't see the big deal.. it's not like I'm naked.. and (huge -duh- here) considering half of women dress like that on a daily occasion anyway, because it's fashion. barf. You know those women... yes you do.
I still don't get the fascination of going and getting a chinchilla or chihuahua or whatever the fuck it is to tote everywhere like a god damn fendi bag.