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"What the fuck do you think your doing bitch! Can't you see that you are leaning against an expensive damn set of wheels and marking up the paint with your fucking finger prints"! I could not gain my balance as I looked up at the man totally stunned. I wavered on my one foot as I struggled to put the shoe back on and at the same time remove my supporting hand from his car.I started to apologize and found the man standing right in my face. "Who the fuck are you bitch?" He asked as I stood there smelling his breath filled with the smell of beer and cigarettes.I started again to stammer and speak to him, to tell him how sorry I was. As he heard me stammer out the word sorry he again barked at me, "you sorry alright, what the fuck does sorry do for me?" He looked at me with a sneer and began to check out my overflowing tits, as I watched his eyes travel down the front of my body checking out my long legs."Damn bitch you given me a fucking hard on, you sorry for that too?" I was in shock. Yes … lovely,” Sophie instructed as she snapped away. She changed angles to get a still better view of Vanessa’s toned back, and backside. “Turn. Farther.” Vanessa was twisted so far it almost hurt, but she did as she was told. “Purse your lips. Oui.” They moved up the stairway. Cindy followed Sophie’s directions and helped Vanessa pull the straps of her dress to her sides. Vanessa clutched at the cowl of the dress, keeping the silk just covering her breasts. Sophie ran up and down the stairs to get different angles. “Beautiful. Belle. Belle. Now, drop to your knees. Cindy, help our friend get more of that dress off.”Cindy helped as instructed. The gown was now draped across the stairs. Vanessa still held the top around her breasts, barely, while her shapely buttocks were now exposed.“Don’t worry, we are still PG-13,” Sophie assured Vanessa. From the point of view from the top of the stairs, all that could be seen was a line of bottom cleavage. “Lick your lips. Imagine your.
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