Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: Perils of Paige Turner 5
Part: 5
Universe: Perils of Paige Turner saga
Summary: Down on her luck bookstore owner finds there is a price to pay for
a lousy attitude and the favors she asks of others.
Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced nudity, nc

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Perils of Paige Turner 5
By Spunk N. Wagnels

(For continuity and greatest potential enjoyment,it is probably best to
read the earlier parts first. See at bottom.)

Paige Turner sat up in bed a little sunburned on her arms, the tops of her
feet, and the back of her neck. She didn't sleep much during the night
replaying the incident at the beach the day before over and over.

She dragged herself downstairs in just the pajama top before even bothering
to shower. "Good morning." She said to the Fullers sitting at their kitchen
table.

"You look a mess." Stephanie observed. "Didn't you sleep very well last
night?"

"No, I got to sleep, but I couldn't stay asleep."

"How come?" Rod asked.

"Oh, you know, just some things on my mind from yesterday."

"Except for that one unfortunate incident, it sounded like a typical
'eye-opening' day at the nude beach." Rod said trying for a little levity
to perk things up.

"Yes, I suppose. Okay if I get some breakfast?" Paige remembered to say
from the warning the other day.

"Sure, help yourself." Stephanie replied pleased to hear the respect.

"I'm going to eat this upstairs and get cleaned up. When can we go shopping
for my clothes?"

"Come back down when you're ready and we'll decide."

"Okay." Paige said shuffling away.

"Did you see that?" Stephanie said to Rod in an emphatic whisper.

"What?"

"That proves that the 'bitch' is still lying just below the surface of that
pathetic conciliatory act."

"What are you talking about?"

"She said 'when can we go,' not, 'can we go sometime.'" Stephanie said
clearing her dishes.

"That's splitting hairs don't you think? It sounded polite enough to me."
Rod said handing her his dishes and then wiping his mouth.

"No, it proves the bitchy version is still lying low just waiting for a
chance to come out."

"Aren't you going to give her the benefit of the doubt? She might surprise
you and change into a person you could be friends with."

"Ha, that would be the day and I don't want you falling for her guiles
either."

"Come here." He said making his lap available. Stephanie settled in and put
her arms around his neck. "You know you are the only girl for me."

"But you're six years older than me and she's your age."

"Honey, you are more woman than I can handle." He said and then kissed her.
"Besides, I'm kind of into this doll idea of yours. As long as you don't do
anything to hurt her I'm all for it and kind of interested in playing with
it myself."

"Oh you naughty, naughty boy."

"The way I see it, she is so low down right now with no one else to turn
to, that the attention we give her is a lot better than she would get from
the world out there on her own. I just trust you when you say that there is
the bitchy part in there still. She really made your life a living hell for
months and mine too indirectly. Yeah, I can get into this doll idea for
another couple of weeks based on the past alone."

"Well then, you can play with us today if you like."

"Oh goodie." He said squeezing her sides and shaking her body
affectionately.

When Paige returned Rod was reading the paper and Stephanie was writing
things down on a pad. She was wearing her skirt with the gap in the back,
but as low on her hips as possible, her yellow tube top under her Daisy Mae
sleeveless blouse, and the only shoes she had, her heels.

"When can we go, I really need some underwear."

"Give us an hour. You can clean up the kitchen. Rod is going to go with us,
since we are shopping for court and he is your attorney."

"Okay." Paige said a little surprised that he would be willing to go.

"Where are we going?" Paige asked from the backseat.

"Well, you can't get much for a hundred bucks, so we're going to the "Value
Mart".

"Used clothes?"

"You got a problem with that?"

"No." Paige said resigned to it.

"Follow me." Stephanie said leading the entourage. 

Rod followed Paige, trying not to be obvious about enjoying his wife's
handiwork that created the gap in the back of Paige's skirt.

"Here, try this on." Stephanie said holding a silky, cream colored blouse
against Paige's front. "See, there is great stuff here."

"Where are the changing rooms?" 

"They don't have any here. If you buy something that doesn't fit, I guess
you're expected to just donate it back and get something else because
everything is so cheap and all the money goes to charity." Stephanie
explained. "But, in your case, I don't think we can afford to get the wrong
size. Just do it right here. Rod and I will cover you. Look over there.
That guy is trying on things right in the aisle. Let me help you."

"No, wait." Paige implored Stephanie, who was undoing her top and ignoring
Paige's plea.

When she started to pull down Paige's tube top, Paige pinched her top with
her two thumbs at her cleavage and to try and thwart Stephanie's tug
unsuccessfully. "Hey, I would need a bra anyway." She argued panicked and
holding her breasts in her hands while she crouched down below the racks
facing Stephanie.

"With this kind of material, it is much sexier to wear this top without a
bra like with a blazer or something." Stephanie said taking a hand and
putting it into the sleeve.

"But this is for court. I don't need to look sexy."

"Rod? Your department."

"Well Paige, it depends on who your judge is going to be. I can find out
for you tomorrow."

Stephanie buttoned Paige's front while Paige waited with the back of her
hand on her forehead frustrated and powerless.

"There." Stephanie said and turned Paige around holding her arms at her
sides so Paige wouldn't try and cover up again.

Rod looked at Paige's nipples showing through the shimmering material like
the end of tent poles holding up a shiny tent. He acted like he was
contemplating the appropriateness of the garment and told the pouting
Paige, "It looks absolutely stunning."

"And versatile, don't you think?" Stephanie added

"And versatile, yes." He confirmed.

Stephanie turned her again and Paige moved with it like a reluctant rag
doll. Stephanie unbuttoned and removed the blouse and draped it over Rod's
arm holding that was holding the tops she came in with. When Paige reached,
he turned ostensibly to look at other things for her while Stephanie turned
her around again to show her another top. Paige was holding her hands
across opposite breasts worried that someone might come by when Rod handed
Stephanie a skirt.

"Okay Hun, we'll see if it fits." Stephanie said and went for Paige's
skirt.

"No, I can't. I don't have anything on under it."

"Keep it down, or you'll attract a crowd. We'll cover you in the aisles
with our bodies. Now step into this."

Paige was mortified and helpless. She couldn't run; the Fullers had her
blocked. Besides, running in heels would make her nakedness more attractive
to curious onlookers than a proud slow walk out the door. 

"No Honey it is too small for her." Stephanie said and let it fall and
picked it up when Paige stepped out of it. Rod had laid Paige's things down
on a rack behind him when he accepted the skirt back for rehanging.

"Come down here." Stephanie directed before Paige could make an attempt to
get past Rod. "I can make these into good pair of cutoff jeans for your
wardrobe so you can do work outside." She said holding up a pair of
dungaree overalls.

Paige didn't feel comfortable with the two of the Fullers moving that far
apart when they were supposed to be shielding her in the aisle.

"Come on." Stephanie insisted but she had also moved across an intersecting
aisle.

Paige moved stooped towards her with her hand covering her pubic area and
her other arm across her breasts and stopped at the intersection. "Can't
you come back here with that?"

"Come here you baby."

Paige started across the intersecting aisle when she nearly toppled a
little old lady walking across her path.

"Well, I never!" The lady said indignant.

"Excuse me." Paige said embarrassed and humiliated and continued on in
front of her where a pair of jeans awaited her. 

The little old lady turned to watch. Paige tried on the jeans that were two
inches too big for her and had to cinch them in while Stephanie looked.

Paige turned and saw the lady standing there staring in disbelief and tried
to cover her breasts peeking around the sides and hold the cinch for
Stephyanie at the same time. She smiled a sheepish smile back at the lady
while Stephanie grabbed material as if to measure and check the feasibility
of modifying them herself.

"Sure, I can fix this for you, You can take them off now."

"What about something else I can put on first?"

Just then Rod stepped in front of the old lady and she moved on mumbling
when Rod blocked her view. "I've got a cart going. Do you want me to add
those?"

Paige knew that Rod had seen her in this situation before, but the fact
that she was the only one naked except for high heels made her feel
ashamed. 

"Sure Honey. Can you start adding up the tab for me too please? Thanks."

"How much for those things in your hands?"

"Call it thirty. Okay Paige, come with me we still have to get you a skirt
for court unless you want to wear the one you already have."

"No!" She said emphatically following Stephanie around the end of the aisle
and back down the next one over. 

Her naked turn caught the eye of a couple of guys looking for oversized
pants and they started to work their way over to the women's clothing
section.

Rod was already at the skirts. "What do you think?" He said holding up a
navy and green plaid wraparound.

"That would make me look like a catholic schoolgirl." Paige said putting
down the choice.

"If it's old man Otis on the bench, then this would be just the ticket
with maybe a white blouse. We all know he is into that look."

"There, you see, your first insider strategy to get you through the
proceedings. Go ahead Honey, add it, it will fit. It wraps around."
Stephanie ducked around to the next aisle back to get a blouse to go with
it. That left Paige exposed from the intersecting aisle and the two guys
that were pretending to find something for their girl friends. Their rouse
was transparent as they copped looks at Paige's bum as she was turned
hiding as much as she could with a better than average sized bosom and only
two average sized arms.

"Ms. Fuller, could we hurry please." She said insisting, but hoping by
remembering to address Stephanie properly from the start, that Stephanie
would recognize her urgency.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just a … here we go." Stephanie said holding up a
semi-sheer white sleeveless blouse with a younger girl's rounded collar.
"Try this on." She said handing it over the rack to Paige in the next
aisle.

Paige was thankful for anything to cover herself from the gawkers still
playing their game of browsing down the aisle from her. When she had it
buttoned she grabbed a hanging skirt and pulled it up in front of her as
she turned to let Stephanie see the blouse on her.

"Yes, I think that is what Rod has in mind for Judge Otis." Delighted she
could still see Paige's breasts through the material.

"That will work for Otis if he's sitting on the bench. I got some
pantyhose for you if it is Bev Willet. Then maybe this fancier skirt to go
with the first blouse and this button up sweater or something?"

"My aren't we the fashion expert." Stephanie playfully teased.

"Well, I notice these things in court."

"No need to explain." She said whispering with warm moist breath in his
ear. "It's fun dressing up dolls, isn't it?" Rod blushed. She liked being
able to do that to him. "So how are we on the budget?"

"I calculate a dollar over."

"Then we should lose the hose." Stephanie said.

"No!" Paige blurted, wanting the cover it would provide her.

"Excuse me?" Stephanie said sensitive to any signs of strength from the
formerly bitchy Paige Turner.

"Now, now, ladies. The hose is my treat. Com'on follow me. Your clothes are
over here in the cart." Then walking with his wife, "That's okay Honey,
isn't it?"

"It's okay Sweetie." She said playfully slapping his arm and smiling.
"You're doing good at this."

Paige dressed hurriedly with several patrons craning their necks around the
Fullers to see what they might see. They checked out and it was a dollar,
fifty over but Rod assured Paige that it would be okay. In the car ride
home Rod saw Paige pouting in the rearview mirror. 

"What's the matter? You don't look like someone who has just more than
doubled her wardrobe."

"I just thought I would have more say in it. After all, it was my money."

Stephanie's head turned to the back slowly as steam built up and she
exclaimed sharply, "What?!!"

Paige nearly jumped out of her seat. "I uh, uh, I uh, mean I earned it
didn't I?"

"You had to earn it." Stephanie replied pumping up the volume. "You
ungrateful bitch. That was money meant for the group, people you purposely
screwed and I, acting as their general manager, decided to help YOU with
some of that money for clothes to wear to court so YOU might get your
license back and stay out of jail. Those aren't your clothes they belong to
the group until you pay us back every last cent." Stephanie took a few
heated breaths. "I have a mind to donate them back in your name and add the
hundred dollars back to your tab."

"Ladies, ladies. Peace." Rod said. "Don't be so hard on her. She has a lot
on her plate."

"She needs to show some more respect for what we are doing for her. From
now on, you don't get to wear any of the clothes I've given you without
permission."

"What should I wear then?" Paige said in tears.

"The clothes you came in. If they wear out, get torn, or too dirty, that's
your problem."

"Paige, don't worry she doesn't mean all that." Rod said and then got
seriously slugged in the arm by his wife. "Owwww." He said rubbing his arm

"Don't you say what I mean. I've had enough disrespect and crap from this
bitch over the last six months to last a lifetime."

"Okay, okay. Let's just get home in peace."

When they got in the house Stephanie opened the Daisy Mae top, pulled the
tube top down to the ground and pulled it against the sides of her heels
causing Paige to step out or lose her balance. Paige looked horrified at
Stephanie for a moment and ran upstairs to her room and shut the door to
give herself a good cry.

"Maybe I should continue to play the good cop and go up and see how she's
doing while you stay here and calm down.

"That 'good guy - bad guy' crap works great doesn't it." Stephanie said
smiling.

"If I'd known it was this much fun playing dolls with the girls, I wouldn't
have spent so much time playing football and baseball with the guys."

Rod went upstairs and pushed the guestroom door open. He stared for a
moment at Paige sobbing on her bed. She hadn't bothered to close her top
and her arms were close in at her sides keeping the pressure off her
breasts and her hands covered her face. Her feet were dangling off of
either side of the corner and her parted legs sent his eyes up the channel
they created to her completely shaved pussy lips staring back at him.

He bit his curved index finger tensely reminding himself to play well with
others and moved up to sit next to her on the bed. Then when she didn't ask
him to leave he put his hands on her shoulders and started to massage away
her tension.

"Paige, don't worry too much about this. Stephie will get over it and soon.
She just needs to calm down." 

He knew Paige was listening because she started to sniffle. 

"I don't know if you realize how much she liked working in a bookstore." He
said moving the massage out to her shoulders. "She also likes to help
people and you probably recognized both of those qualities and relied on
her to do more than just punch in, do the job, and punch out."

Paige propped herself up on her elbows and continued to listen and sniffle.
She didn't mind that he had put his hands under her top and was now
massaging her shoulder blades.

"She describes it as being treated like a personal assistant at the best
moments and a gopher at the worst."

Paige arched her head up as he worked on some of the vertebrae in her back.
He got a little closer and worked the massage from the center out to her
sides.

"I think when things were going bad for you near the end, you counted on
her to clean up all of your messes; she regrets she didn't have the guts to
quit back then."

He moved down to her low back.

"It really hurt her and the others to be strung along for the last two
weeks and then not get paid."

"I know. I'm really sorry." Paige said tearing without the crying.

He surprised her and moved to her upper legs working down.

"I'm going to help you get through court and I can even look to see if your
rights are being protected in the receivership if you want me to.

"Yes please." She said wiping her nose and her eyes on the tail of her top.

He alternated legs as he worked his way down.

"One thing I've found with Stephanie is that she has strange ways and
outlooks sometimes, but if I go along when it is at its strangest, I find
myself going on a wild ride and better off for having ridden it." He said
massaging her calves and ankles.

"If you'd like my suggestion, I'd let up and go along for the ride and see
where it takes you." He said massaging her feet.

"Can where you end up be any worse than it is for you right now?" He said
massaging between her toes.

"Thank you." She said sitting up all red and puffy, reaching for his neck,
and hugging her hard nipples into his chest.

As she unfolded her embrace, she lowered herself back to the bed twisting
her upper body toward him, supporting herself on her elbow and pulling her
top together with her other hand.

"Let's go down and make some lunch, okay?" He said giving her a playful
smack on her butt.

When Paige came downstairs she had splashed water on her face and put her
hair up in a ponytail. She sat down but didn't look at either of her hosts.
Stephanie put a sandwich, potato salad, and some carrot slices down in
front of her and Paige thanked her, but she said nothing more until
Stephanie asked her if she would be willing to even out her tan in the
backyard with her.

Paige's immediate instinct was to ask if anyone would be able to see them,
but she said "Sure, okay," instead. 

Paige cleared the table while Stephanie smiled at Rod. 

Once outside Stephanie set up two chairs right next to each other pointing
into the direction the sun would be setting. She laid out some towels on
the chairs and they each put lotion on each other's backs. When they were
through lathering the rest of their bodies they lay on their stomachs while
Paige tried to think of something to say to break the silence.

She looked over and as if by automatic speech she said, "I think I missed a
spot on your back," then she sat up on the lounger next to Stephanie and
started to massage her shoulders.

"MmmMMmm. That feels nice." Which was the first pleasant thing she had said
to Paige since the car.

Paige was encouraged so she expanded the rub. She did broad sweeping
strokes up the centerline, over the shoulders and down the arms.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Stephanie asked dreamily.

"I want to apologize."

"It's okay. I know you can't help it."

Paige didn't really understand what Stephanie meant so she left it as
meaning her situation, then stood straddle over the chair to get better
leverage of her whole back.

"I mean I am really sorry. I'm old enough to control myself better than I
have done. If you'll be patient with me when I make mistakes, I will try
harder to do what you need me to do." She said including a little upper
butt cheek in her sweeping strokes.

"ummMMmm. And I'll try to count to ten before I react and maybe save us
some of this anguish." Stephanie replied. 

Paige reversed the straddle facing toward Stephanie's legs and continued
the long sweeping strokes up and down her legs.

"And I hope you can learn to trust me when I ask you to do something that
you are uncomfortable with when I think it will help you grow and make you
better equipped to deal with the stress and difficulties you have in your
immediate future."

"Yes, I will. I will try very hard."

"Like, if I asked you to open the front door completely nude. Would you do
that without an argument if the reason was to stretch your envelop out so
you could handle less daunting tasks."

Paige stopped her stroking a second. "You mean open the door without
anything on, not even the apron?"

"The apron can protect you at the stove, but it can also be a crutch when
you use it to answer the front door when you are still not comfortable
doing so without it. Do you see?"

Paige was still, pausing to think, "I guess so. Why do I need to be able to
open the door naked again?" She said and resumed the stroking down to
Stephanie's calves.

"It's not so much that you need to be naked to open the door as much as it
is you need to be able to open the door naked if you ever had to. That is
what being a successful model would be all about, being able to do anything
asked of her, no matter how strange, as long as no harm is done."

"I think I understand your point. It's just really scary for me. I never
pictured myself as a model and I'm still unsure that I will be able to live
up to your expectation for it."

"Now that I understand." Stephanie said turning over onto her back. "That
was honest, but you implied you'd give it a try and that is all that I've
been asking of you in so many ways."

Paige brightened. 

"I think you are unhappy being uptight and that brings you problems, and
then you get frustrated with the problems and that's what makes you bitchy.
It has been frustrating to try and beat the uptightness out of you, but if
you trust me and we work together, I think you can make the most money in
the shortest period of time and get your life back together again. And, I
might add, as a sexy confident woman ready to take the world by the tail."

Paige sat down with her hands on her knees to contemplate the validity of
Stephanie's insight. "Do you really think this is the way to go for me, or
are you just saying that to make me look foolish and get back at me?"

"The only time you'll look foolish is when you resist the lesson plan."
Stephanie said and put one foot down on the ground and swung her other leg
over to rest her ankle on Paige's knee. "Leave the design of that to me.
Now, do you see where I might have missed any spots on the front?"

Paige sat like a deer caught in headlights staring at Stephanie's bald
pussy winking back at her.

Stephanie wiggled her toes and Paige unconsciously put her hands on
Stephanie's foot and rubbed now looking alternately between Stephanie's
breasts, cunt and foot embarrassed she couldn't look at Stephanie in the
eyes as she continued to talk.

"Would you do anything I say, as long as it didn't hurt you in anyway?"

Paige stood bent over and placed Stephanie's ankle on her shoulder while
she rubbed her leg. "You're talking about helping me get over my
inhibitions, right?"

"Strictly. But also to help you live life a little more, create some
memories, do things you've never done before."

Paige started pawing at Stephanie's leg and bringing her fingertips closer
and closer to her pussy with each stroke and …

"How are you ladies doing?" Rod said, coming outside with some lemonade.

Paige put Stephanie's leg down and sat back with her hands on her breasts.

"Here you go." He said handing his wife a glass.

"And, here you go." He said handing one to Paige. "My, that's going to
create quite an interesting tan pattern on your breasts." He said trying to
make light of the fact that Paige was still acting so modest in his
presence.

Paige removed her hand and took a drink.

"I was going to drive the cars over to the car wash, but then I thought
maybe we could just all pitch in and do it here."

"Paige, why don't you put on the tube mini and the shorty tee and help Mr.
Fuller. The clothes are in the sewing room."

"I'd be happy to." She said trying to start out on a new foot.

The Fullers observed her walk to the house first with her hands on her
breasts, and then watched her take them down to her sides and go the rest
of the way practicing being proud of her nakedness. They gave each other a
quiet high five and Rod left to get things ready.

Paige joined Rod in the front looking in all directions for anybody outside
that might be able to see her in the too short tube mini skirt and too
short half tee shirt. Rod had set up a couple of chairs on the lawn facing
the cars and started to instruct Paige on how he wanted it done. Stephanie
came out in a tee shirt and shorts and sat for a moment with him while they
watched the tall, fake blonde bend and stretch to suds up the car. There
was no way she could avoid flashing her pussy and showing upshirt views of
her breasts as she reached over the hood or down the sides.

Paige almost didn't care. It was a beautiful day, she seemed to have
repaired her relationship with her hosts, and she was on assignment to
learn to lighten up about letting people see her body more.

"Here, I'll help you with that." Stephanie said and picked up the hose.

Paige was delighted to have the company. 

Stephanie followed Paige around the car rising what she had soaped up. When
Paige bent down to soap up the bumper around the front corner of the car,
Stephanie squeezed the handle to make the water change from flowing in a
scattered pattern to flowing in a stream and aimed it at Paige's pussy that
was winking back at her from between her legs.

"Ooooo!" Paige squealed, shooting straight up and bringing the sponge
around to stop the stream. She looked at Stephanie and determined that she
was being playful and threw the soapy sponge at her laughing, "Why you."

Stephanie took the hit on her cleavage and sucked in her breath at the
sudden cold wetness and then gathered her wits and started shooting a
steady stream at Paige who yelped and darted for the other side of the car.

They played a game of cat and mouse dancing from one side to the next.
Stephanie charged Paige with the hose when Paige started to reach for the
bucket and Paige squealed as the water forced the now transparent top up
off of one of her breasts. 

Rod turned off the water on Stephanie who stood shocked and then panicked
when Paige saw her chance to get her back with the bucket. She picked it up
and Rod turned the water back on so his wife could defend herself with the
spray trailing up and down Paige's body from her pubic area to across her
breast and back down again. Paige tipped the bucket accidentally on herself
and stood surprised and defeated as Stephanie wound down her assault on
her. 

Paige shook her arms out away from her body to shed as much water as she
could while Stephanie pulled the wet tee shirt away from her own breasts,
and for a pregnant moment they all stood and looked around at the soapy,
wet devastation they created. Then they burst out laughing and all three
huddled loosely with their arms on their shoulders. Stephanie and Paige
continued to laugh when Stephanie took the nozzle and sprayed it down Rod's
pants.

A couple of nosey neighbors came by that the Fullers had little patience
for and the three excused themselves to clean up leaving the couple hungry
for more.

Later in the kitchen Paige made dinner under Stephanie's supervision.
Stephanie asked, "Was that so bad being in the front yard practically naked
with people coming by to see you?"

"You know, I've always felt that attracting people to look at my body would
make me grow dumber, but you pull it off. You're pretty, you show yours
off, and yet you still have a lot on the ball."

"Thank you, Paige." Stephanie said with sincere appreciation.

Later that night Stephanie jumped on top of Rod's legs as he lay on his
stomach reaching over and setting the alarm for the workweek ahead. She
pulled his boxers down and gave his butt a couple of amorous swats. "Turned
the water off on me did ya?" She said and started to tickle his sides
making him squirm and do a muffled groan-laugh into his pillow.

Then she started to squeeze his flesh between his neck and his shoulders.

"How did my big strong man like playing with my doll today?"

"I should have grown up a girl. It was fun."

"I'm glad you didn't." Stephanie said clawing her hands into the strong
muscles of his back. Then clawing his butt cheeks she continued, "I want to
thank you for helping me with her attitude adjustment this morning. You
moved right in to that good cop role as if I had given you a playbook to
read."

"I like to do my part." He said reaching under to adjust the position of
his hardon.

Slap! Her hand came down hard on the right butt cheek.

"Hey, what was that for?"

 "I have one beef with you though," She said going back to grabbing at his
flesh, "I had Barbie just ready to kiss me where it counts when you stepped
in and took her away to work on the cars."

He put his head up with a questioning furrowed brow, "Hunh?"

"You know, out back in the sun, she was primed and moving in on the target.
I think I could have gotten my former boss to kiss my ass or better, so you
owe me. You owe me big time." 

"Oh, saR-Ree." He said apologetically now that he understood.

"Time to roll over and try to pay me back right now."

Stephanie lifted her knee as he rolled over toward the middle of the bed.
He propped up his head with pillows as she straddled his head and sank her
warm moist cunt into his face. 

He started to go nuts lapping and sucking on her pussy. He could feel her
hard nipples dragging across his chest as Stephanie danced her head around
his genitals and pretended to be trying to gobble them up.

"You'd better do me good and be prepared to do me long, Buster, because you
aren't getting off until I have cum as many times as is necessary for you
to pay me back."


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