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Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Caden on the other hand lay next to me, he was also stark naked and his hands were wrapped around my midriff while his lips were around one of my nipples. Tears leaked into my eyes as I thought about how implicating this picture seemed. Anyone who sees this would think that we were having consensual sex, even Massimo wouldn’t believe this. At the mention of Massimo’s name, I thought about how he was the intended target and this thought filled me with a sense of panic. Caden never did things like this without a devious plan brewing at the back of that sick head of his, and knowing how crazy he could be, I shuddered.

“A certain woman may look innocent and pure on the outside, and she even calls herself as the most wanted socialite, but don’t get fooled by her. Deep down inside, she’s an exhibitionist. She’s so obsessed with fame that she’s willing to strip herself naked and speed down the road with a man without wearing a helmet. There are more people than I can count who have seen her body already…” “What the…” Someone could not help but exclaim. Annalita glanced at Charlotte, and she had a wicked glint deep in her eyes. Miranda continued. “Surprised, right? But there is more to it than that. Someone has taken a video of her and uploaded it to the internet. Even though somebody took down those videos, i

My walk of shame pic was truly appalling. “You’ll love this one.” Brack turned the screen toward me so I had a straight on view of a Twitter post. @smutkisses O Stradmore tennis’s darling debutante seen after bathroom tryst with unknown sex god bitly.com/X2_LY8 I almost spit out my coffee. “I’ll find @smutkisses and force a tennis ball down her throat for the ‘debutante’ comment.” I clicked on the link and covered my eyes when I saw the picture of me and Brack. He had a bit of lace clearly hanging from his pocket. “Where is that thong?”

We bonded over our experiences and how we felt then, and how we feel now. She’s the sweetest person in the world. No one would ever believe that she was in a shocking abusive relationship, nor would they suspect that this beautiful 5ft nothing petite young woman killed the man who committed the most heinous crimes against her. We start walking to the lounge together; she has the most beautiful thick luscious black curly hair that flows past her waist; unlike me, she doesn’t need to add even a bit of product to it. “That was my last session, and I got those girls to open up a bit.” I grin, feeling super good about my small achievement.

She opened the door, and stepped out into the living room. The three others turned, and all of their mouths dropped open to see a stunning, slightly older woman walking toward them wearing only stockings and a garter belt, and a bra that presented her naked tits and huge nipples front and center. The other two were surprised to see what a gorgeous MILF Bobby was with, but Bobby was surprised that she had come out of hiding... and without covering up, at all.

My walk of shame pic was truly appalling. "You'll love this one." Brack turned the screen toward me so I had a straight on view of a Twitter post. @smutkisses O Stradmore tennis's darling debutante seen after bathroom tryst with unknown sex god bitly.com/X2_LY8 I almost spit out my coffee. "I'll find @smutkisses and force a tennis ball down her throat for the 'debutante' comment." I clicked on the link and covered my eyes when I saw the picture of me and Brack. He had a bit of lace clearly hanging from his pocket. "Where is that thong?"

Millie carefully considered Winston's words, gazing intently at his face before replying gently, "I'm seeking a 6' 3" male athlete who is charming, handsome, and exceptional in bed." Winston sneered, startled by the obscene words coming out of Millie's mouth. Exceptional in bed? He pinched Millie's chin, his gaze growing icier. "Are you that lonely?" "You're out there having all the fun, so what's wrong with me finding a male athlete? Is it illegal?" Millie asked.

Lights on. Door open. City still watching from afar. I go to my office. Pour a drink. Check my phone. Videos already circulating online—grainy, distant, but unmistakable. Two naked sluts being bred on a billionaire’s balcony. I smile. Tomorrow, I’ll make them watch the footage. While I breed them again. Because they’re mine.