My Little Horsey
After our encounter in her hotel room, I still wasn’t quite finished with Dana, the celebrity whose compromising pictures were on my phone and who I had just blackmailed into becoming my piss whore. Still soaked and wet from my piss, I made her take off the babydoll dress and squeeze her artificial tits and slim body into a tight, black mini-dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed and actually pouted. “My hair looks like shit,” she said, “and my makeup is all runny and messy.” I...