Vanessa fell silent as I continued to take her through the pics. I think she was in a bit of a state of shock. “And look at what people have said about you,” I said, showing her some of the emails. “Just think about all these strangers looking at your tits and pussy, wanking over you. Here, look at this.”
I clicked on an attachment to one of the emails a guy had sent me, and a series of three photos appeared. The first showed one of the pictures of Vanessa from the site, printed on a piece of paper which lay on a table. In the next picture a stubby cock held firmly in a fist loomed over the picture, while in the third the cock was drooping and the image of Vanessa was spattered with sperm.
Still standing behind Vanessa I reached down between her legs (she was wearing a dressing gown) and began to rub her pussy, which I was pleased to find was wet. “Just think about them looking at you,” I whispered into her ear, “looking at your cunt, wanting to fuck you themselves. Just think about it.” Vanessa swooned, her head falling back, and I kissed her red mouth and continued to finger her until she came.
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