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It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

Whoever this Sake was, he was walking into the biggest lie of his life. “Okay,” she said. Victoria had a point. Visually, no one would notice. She was just as beautiful as Julia. Their body types weren’t far off either—though Julia probably got hers from yoga and Pilates, while Jillian’s was the result of hard labor and surviving life’s beatings. Julia was an inch taller. But no one would notice that. “Come on. You need to get ready before you meet your mother.” Jillian rolled her eyes but followed. If she wanted revenge, she needed patience.

To his delight, he heard Jill's voice. "Do you want to know what I'm doing right now?" she asked. The silence at the end of the line meant that Cam was starting to breathe heavier and that his other hand had reached into his pants and started to stroke his quickly erect rod. "I'm sitting here in my room, naked, with a bottle of lotion and my favorite dildo. I've covered myself in the lotion, and my pussy is so fucking wet.....my dildo's going in and out, in and out........." the phone appeared to be dropped on the floor as Jill started working the dildo in and out of her pussy very quickly and her breathing intensified.

"Hello, Gunda. Kindly prepare food that's something light and hot. Yes. For two. Thank you." Rye gazed at her bed-rumpled appearance with amazement. She seemed untouched with the anxiety and worry that they suffered during her extended unconsciousness. "I'm starving!" Gillian declared in surprise. "My cellphone? Where is it?" She seemed galvanized into action. She threw over the bedsheet and crawled over the wide bed. Her nudity was on display with all its beauty. Rye was helplessly watching while his libido turned on burningly hot. "G-gillian, wear a robe..." he instructed faintly.

When the slacks cleared Jill's fingertips, they fell to the floor, and Betty said, "Oh, my! What a lovely ensemble!" Jill was wearing a white lace garter belt that matched the bra. From the bottom edge of the lacy belt hung four garters that held up a pair of dark stockings. Over the garter belt, she wore a pair of white satin thong underwear that barely covered her pussy in front, and, in back, disappeared entirely into the crack of her ass.

“Yeah, sure. What are you going to be doing?” “Spending time with my fiancée.” I smiled, liking the way it sounded. He chuckled. “Do you want me to call Rian?” “No, I’ll do it.” I turned as I heard the door open and saw Jillie standing in the doorway in her bra and panties, the color complementing her brown skin. My gaze locked with hers, and she nibbled her lower lip. My eyes left hers and journeyed over her body. “You know what, Mason; on second thought, you can call him.”

Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes.

She turned to Tom. “You said you would shoot the video, right? Then I think it’s only right you get to take my clothes off.” He grinned. Jillian turned her back to him and felt her zipper being tugged down, shrugging off the top of her dress and letting her breasts spill free. She hadn’t bothered to wear anything underneath it. Tom deftly slid his hands down her body, letting her bare hips and pussy become exposed. As she stepped out of the dress, he knelt and kissed her pussy gently, making her shiver. When he stood up she handed him her phone. “Try to get some good angles.”

No pillows, but a large white sheet that covered the entire bed area. Several men were already standing around the room, smiling at her as she walked in. A couple of women stood beside those that were obviously husbands as well. People were already naked and several cocks were already hard. “I also managed to round up some volunteers. I hope you don’t mind.” Jillian felt a warm flush go across her skin looking at the group of men who were all there to get a piece of her body. It only made her even more excited. She turned to Tom. “You said you would shoot the video, right? Then I think it’s only right you get to take my clothes off.”

At her nipples standing firm and hard, erect under the thin material, and her dark pussy hair forming a small patch at the v of her legs. "Wow you look good the way you are." "Oh, you mean you want me to stay dressed, you don't want to see me naked?" "No, I mean yes¡ I mean no I don't want you to stay like that¡ yes, I do want to see you naked. Jill turned away from him and hooking her thumbs in her panties, she slid the transparent bikini's over her hips and down her legs, bending over as she reached her ankles. As she stood bent over Tim was treated to a full view of her beautiful shaped ass and tucked between her legs, her glistening clamshell pussy now slightly opened with lust.