Synopsis: Manipulation of a girl's mind into submission and depravity. (Mf, bdsm, humil, anal, modification, tattoo)

Faye Grows Into It

by LazyGarfield at mail dot md

I will admit that Changes by Ninja Turtle had a strong influence.  Please

let me know if this universe deserves expanding.

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I call her Faye Wong. That's who she looks like to me.  Almost. Her eyes

are just a little bit wider, cheekbones just a little bit more prominent.

Don't get me wrong, she cleans up real nice, but there are just enough

imperfections for her to be self conscious.  That's all you need really,

just that little wedge, and the rest of her nature of a human social

animal can turn a person into a total slut.

Just a little almost imperceptible wince at the right time. Just focus

your eyes a little longer on specific spots. Just that little push.  But

first you have to find your Faye Wong.  I found mine at a frat party. She

was there with her boyfriend at the time, and I was there for the free

beer.  There are advantages of living in a college town, and looking

young, even though I am twice the age of these young girls. I get some eye

candy and walking distance to the occasional free beer, and shake my head

at the overheard conversations of youth.

She wanted children. That was a primary life goal of hers.  He was aloof

about it. I mean, they're both still in school, I couldn't blame him. In

fact he was in the right about it from his perspective. But then again,

his perspective was in fucking her while in school, and probably moving on

in life after graduation.  Hers on the other hand was pleasing him in the

hopes of keeping him.  Two parties later, she was alone, throwing back

trashcan punch, trying to snuggle up to someone who could be her future

baby daddy.

I took her out to a fine dining restaurant, one that a college budget

could never afford, but then again, I wasn't in college.  The hook.  The

second date was the cheapest pho joint, the line.  The third date was a

movie where I pulled her hand under my jacket to jack me off and had her

wipe my cum off on her blouse, that was the sinker.

----

The last time he took me to the movies, he was a complete gentleman. He

bought me popcorn and candy, just a small gesture.  And it was a little

exciting to rub his hard little member in the middle of the movie.  I

didn't have any place to wipe it afterwards, and it was already dripping

on my blouse so it's not like I had much of a choice to clean myself up.

But it was a little humiliating to walk back to the dorm when all the

girls could see my obvious stain. They may not know what caused the stain,

but I knew. And if they actually got close to me, they could probably

smell it.

This time I came prepared. As he was buttering the popcorn, I grabbed a

lot of extra napkins. He noticed and winked at me.  That wink still gives

me little butterflies.  So we sat down and enjoyed our buttery popcorn. He

must have been distracted while winking at me because he put way too much

butter on the popcorn and we needed to keep on using the napkins to wipe

our hands.

Halfway through the action movie, the sex scene was pretty steamy and he

grabbed my hand again. He definitely thought it was steamy as well! I

missed the next part of the movie as I was giving him a hand job, but

after he finished all over my hands, I realized we'd used up all the extra

napkins I brought. Here I was again with a handful of sperm and nowhere to

clean it. At least this time I didn't let any drop.

Five minutes later, it was getting kind of runny and I was getting

desperate. I asked him if he had a hankerchief or something, but the look

on his face told me that was an annoying petty question for me to ask. But

he did give me a suggestion, "just drink it."

In the last week, when he picked me up, sometimes he had been excited to

see me already. By the time I got in the car, before we even got to his

place, he would ask me to give him a blow job while he drove. It was

humiliating to think that at the red lights, anyone could see me leaned

over onto his lap, but at least all they saw was the back of my head.  He

would remind me not to make a mess, which meant after giving him "car

head", I just had to swallow.  After the first couple times, I realized it

was no big deal.

But this was different. Giving a blow job with the cum already in my mouth

I could understand, but this cum had been cooling in my hand for the past

five minutes. I sighed but knew that the longer it took for me to think

about it, the colder it was going to get. I resigned myself and stuck my

tongue out.  It tasted pretty aweful, but as I pulled back, I saw from the

corner of my eye that he was smiling.  I looked over at him and he gave me

his special wink again.  So that's what I did, I lapped and slurped it up.

Since he was still smiling at me, I continued to lick all over my hands

and suck on my fingers.

He was hard again and moved my hands to give him another handjob. I

learned my lesson this time, and did not want to drink cold cum again. 

I'll show him! I went straight for his cock and gave him a blowjob right

there in the theater!

---

Wearing jeans or pants got her a frown. Wearing dresses got her a smile.

Skirts got a wink.  Soon she was only wearing skin tight or skimpy outfits

and high heels whenever we went out. I would also show up randomly between

her classes.  She never knew when I would show up so she started to dress

that way all the time just in case. (I had my own business so though I

still had to work, I was the boss of my schedule.)  I took her to musicals

and the orchestra, things boyfriend's do, except our dates always involved

she giving me road head there and back, blowjobs or handjobs during

(depending on the lighting), and me fingering her the entire time. 

Usually by the end of the show I'd have a finger up her ass.

That's when we graduated to butt plugs.  I let her choose which ones to

wear but each kind had its tradeoff. The rubber ones I got her had a

smaller bulb and we're more flexible, but the neck were thicker causing

her to keep her ass expanded. The hard plastic ones had a thinner neck but

a bigger bulb to get in and out. The glass ones had a small head and small

neck but had shiny jewels at the end making them fit uncomfortablly

between the butt cheeks.  Also the added weight without the extra

resistance caused them to constantly want to slip out. She had to tighten

her muscle constantly after one mishap in the middle of the mall when it

slipped right out since she wasn't wearing panties and it crashed and

shattered on the floor. I made her stand there until the cleaning crew

came by to sweep it up, directing people away. After all, it's a safety

hazard! I wouldn't want a kid to cut themselves on a broken glass buttplug

that just fell out of some random person's ass.

---

I hate the buttplugs.  I already hated the uncomfortable feeling like I am

constantly needing to go number two, not to mention the constant reminder

every time I move that I have something up my butt.  Especially after the

mall incident. But I do admit that without his help "expanding my rose"

(he has the most adorable expressions for me), I would not have been able

to fit this 4inch dong up my butt.  It's even more uncomfortable stuffing

the dong inside and then still adding a buttplug.  But nothing could be

more humiliating than when I refused the buttplug the first time thinking

the dong was too much already.

I was sitting in class when I felt it start to come out a little. Because

the dong was so smooth (if you could call ridges and bumps smooth), when I

stood up from my desk, half the dong slid right out! I was in such a panic

I plopped myself back in my desk practically impaling myself with the

dong. All my friends came over to see what was wrong, and the expression

on my face from the pain deep inside my intestines sure didn't help. I

finally convinced them that my foot fell asleep and that they should go on

ahead. After a few moments, I could feel some of my poop sliding down the

dong.  Some of them wrinkled their noses and pulled the rest along. I

could have died from humiliation right there, and can only hope they

thought the smell was something other than me.

---

Faye had a vision of having children. I had a vision of not having to deal

with her period. We came to a compromise with a hormonal birth control,

one of those where you inject the slow release capsule so you don't have

to worry about it for a year. I took the idea, but in addition to the

drugs to stop her period, I also added a slow release drug that would make

her erogenous zones more sensitive.

It only took about a week to see the effects. She was always on edge and

about to cum from just having her clothes rub against her nipples. Just a

small touch on her clit got her begging for more to get a release.

She'd already been wearing buttplugs almost constantly for awhile now, and

I'd been increasing the size of their necks. I specifically did not go

bigger on the bulbs too quickly because I wanted her to keep her muscle

tone squeezing to keep the buttplug in while at the same time dialating

what she could take.

With the new drugs coursing through her sensitive body, I began anal

training in earnest. I told her she could only cum when stuffing at lease

three fingers up her own ass. Then four, then five, and the easy

transition of her whole hand fisting her own ass.  Working my thick hands

up her ass was a little more difficult, but I had my eyes set on feeling

her ass clentch down on my wrist while she came.

---

He said he was concerned about me getting a little loose in my anal

muscles. To show me what it would be like if I didnt keep working on it to

keep it tight, he injected my back hole with some muscle relaxant.  I wore

a miniskirt and he allowed me to wear underwear after stuffing six inches

of an eight inch long anal bead dong up my butt.

I could feel my butthole expanding as the bead slid out, but it was all I

could do to clentch hard to keep it from slipping right out.  In fact only

my panties pulling it back up prevented just that from happening almost

every time I stood up after classes.  Remembering the dong incident I knew

what was happening this time and slowly sat back down feeling the beads

each expand and shrink my butthole as each one passed back in.  As all of

my friends were shuffling around me while I butt fucked myself, I quickly

told them my foot fell asleep again to explain my facial expressions.

---

She was getting a little boring. Me plowing her on top, making her fuck

herself on top, doggy, anal spinning, etc. It was getting a little mundane

doing the same things every day.  I started to leave porn on my computer,

making the motion of just shutting off the monitor when she walks in.

Pretty soon she got the hint and in the middle of the night would go see

what I was looking at. (I'm pretty tech savvy so I know how to isolate the

login so she only sees what I want her to see.)  The next day she

suggested we get a little kinky with the handcuffs and rope she bought. I

gave her a wink and day by day brought out something from my toy chest one

at a time as if I was adding to the collection, instead of showing her my

plethora of playtoys that I already owned.

---

We brought out what I've been calling the doggy frame, and he strapped me

in it. It's a simple contraption, with vertical supports to hold me up

under my armpits and a horizontal bar to support my chest. The bars under

my armpits extend back toward my legs and had another horizontal bar to

support my stomach.  The complex part was that the head rest was

adjustable such that after I was strapped in, he could pull it back and

bend my head back. Because of my position, that meant facing forward. I

also had to swing my legs around the outside of the poles in the back

before my ankles were strapped in, which forces my knees spread apart. 

The supports made it not too bad because it held me in the position even

when I fully relaxed, putting me on all fours with my head facing forward.

When I said it's not too bad, he took it to mean I was comfortable, and

kept me in this position for two days straight.  In front of my mouth he

put one of those bottles like rabbit water bottles so I could drink

whenever I got  thirsty. I say "like" because instead of the little

metal nub, the end was instead a rubber penis that was constantly

half way in my mouth.  All I had to do was close my mouth and

suck.  Maybe he put something in the water because even though

I kept on drinking, I kept on getting thirsty. Or maybe it was just the

diarrhea that was dehydrating me.  It was humiliating to ask him

every time I had to poop or pee to clean up for me and wipe me down.

There I was, locked in doggy position with his cum leaking out of my

vagina and butt from the latest of what seems like continuous sex, when I

heard the doorbell. I was locked in position in the living room, so there

was nowhere for me to go.  He calmly took a towel and threw it over my

head and answered the door!

   "Hey man, just wanted to... Oh. My. God. So sorry. Sorry to have

interrupted you!"

   "Hmm? Oh, no big deal. What's up?"

   "I didn't mean to barge in on you and your girlfriend man."

   "Oh, that's not my girlfriend. That's just a fuck slut."

I was already hyperventilating in embarrassment, but to hear that almost

made me cry. Did he think of me as a "fuck slut" instead of his girlfriend?

   "Come on in. What did you want to speak to me about?"

   "I wanted to let you know... I wanted to... Hey man, could I touch her?"

   "Touch who?"

   "Her! The girl you have mounted in the middle of your living room!"

   "Oh it. You mean it. It's just a fuck slut, like any other furniture. I

mean thanks for asking permission. Thats mighty respectful of you.  Just

because a pillow is a pillow doesn't mean I want any random person to put

their head on my pillow."

   "So can I?"

   "Sure!"

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine that this random person that I

couldn't even see had already seen me naked and mounted, with my breasts

hanging down and my vagina and butt sticking out.  But to have this random

person feeling me up, right when I could feel another glob of cum leak out

of my butthole, made me die of shame right then and there.

   "Oh wow, her nipples just totally stiffened up right now!"

   "*IT*. It's nipples just stiffened up. But I think you're right. It

must like this anonymous attention."

   "Could I... I mean... Could I fuck her?"

   "Well, it's one thing to take a nap on my pillow. It's another thing to

take your shoes off and put your unwashed feet on my pillow."

   "Dude, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to overstep my bounds like that."

   "Nah, it's fine. I know this is a whole different set of decorum that

you're not used to. How about this, stick your dick in its mouth and have

it suck you off.  And if it doesn't make you cum within two minutes, then

it must mean it would prefer you fuck it in the ass and pussy both."

I didn't know who this person was, but I knew I had to suck like I'd never

sucked before to get him off within two minutes.  I couldn't even move my

head and could only rely on my lips, suction and tongue.  Good thing he

provided all the in and out action as he practically thrust himself down

my throat each time. I only had to lick his shaft a little bit before he

came in my mouth.  I swallowed it on instinct.  After he pulled out of my

mouth, a little bit must have dribbled out because he smeared it on my

upper lips right below my nose, and made me smell his cum.

---

That kid ran out so fast after he came he almost tripped over his own

pants. I still don't know what he came over to tell me.  I even tried to

talk to him at the party at his frat house that night with Faye in tow. 

For some reason darting his eyes between me and Faye, and he became all

tongue tied and stumbled away.

But before the frat party, I had to get Faye ready.  She'd been strapped

to "the bitch frame" for two days now, I wonder if her muscles still work

or if they are locked in bitch position.

The first thing she cried about wasn't even me giving her to someone else

for a blowjob.  First she asked me if I really thought of her as an

object. I had this answer prepared, walking a thin line. I told her I was

protecting her by not revealing who she was to her classmates, and how

adorable, desirable, and sexy she was to me for being so slutty and that's

why she turns me on so often.  I followed that up with how sexy it was for

me to see her give someone else a blowjob.  I made sure that the next set

of porn I "hid" on my computer was highly concentrated on bukakes and

gangbangs.

As for the frat party itself, it was pretty anticlimactic. I guess that

frat boy was too shy to kiss and tell. That's too bad.

---

What am I going to do? Tuition payments are due, and I planned my

financial aid such that I could supliment it with the job at the mall. 

Not that I could bear to show my face there again to be snickered by the

local high school boys as "the slut that dropped her buttplug", but I've

been spending all my free time with him that I hardly have time for

studying, not to begin talking about a second job.

Sleep has been a little more difficult these days too.  We started playing

this game where he would bend me over the bed, tie my legs spread to the

posts, and my arms spread. Then he would lay on top of my arms trapping my

head above and between his legs giving him a blowjob all night long.  The

first night I fell asleep and layed my head on his leg. He got so mad I

made his leg fall asleep that he gave me twenty whips, and then ten

paddles on top. I couldn't even move my arms to block it because they were

asleep! Not that I would block it even if they werent tied down or asleep.

He helped me fix it the next night by tying my long hair in a braid up to

a ceiling hook to hold my head up. He said, to keep me part of the fun of

the game, he attached the other end of the rope to a hook that went into

my butt.  That way when I gave him a blowjob throughout the night, I would

be assfucking myself at the same time.

When I told him about my financial problems, he suggested I be a webcam

model. He said I wouldn't be doing anything I wasnt doing already, and

even helped me by choosing a mask so I wouldn't be recognized. I'm not

sure the ballgag was necessary, but the ballgag's straps were sewed onto

the facemask, so I guess it's just part of it. He said it would disguise

my voice as well, which I guess is a good idea.

---

I convinced Faye to get a tattoo.  She was reluctant at first and hemmed

and hawed saying how "a tattoo is the definition of regret" because of how

permanent it is.  I spun my tale and gave her my charming smile, "but my

sexy Faye, that's _why_ I want you to get a tattoo! I want you to get a

tattoo with my name to show you how permanent our relationship is!"  I

knew it was a foregone conclusion when she asked me what kind of a tattoo

design.  "How about my pet name for you?" For some reason the thought of

getting a tattoo of "fuck slut" put her back on the defensive. But I said

it in a joking way so she wasn't quite sure if I was serious. Either way,

though it was a foregone conclusion, it was still a battle of where to put

it. I relented and negotiated that she would get it where nobody could see

it, but in return she would agree to any tattoo I wanted.

As we were getting out of the car at the tattoo parlor, running her

vibrator on full blast with the tickler on her buttplug instead of her

clit, I offhandedly mentioned, "oh, I almost forgot, the tattoo artist

requires release forms." She was too far gone to do any legal reading. 

Not only did she sign the release forms, she also signed the full power of

attorney giving me all rights.

The asshook keeping her awake for two nights and the edging for three days

was putting little miss Faye in sex zombie mode. By the time I sat her

down in the chair and gave her one mind blowing orgasm by spinning the

vibrator's tickler around to her clit, she was out like a light. These

guys were quick and efficient shaving off her eyebrows and hair. The hair

I kept to make a wig, after all a promise is a promise. In large

lettering, from the back to her forehead, I wanted to see "[my] ANAL

WHORE" clearly so I can read it while she gives me a blowjob. To keep my

promise, I chose the black color. But that's only half of it. It is a

mixture of black and black-light ink. In normal lighting her tattoo will

blend in under her hair.  Under a black light, she will be the glowing

"ANAL WHORE" for anyone looking from above. I did mention that she was a

petite 5'3" Asian, right?

---

I cried that they shaved my head, but he was very kind and considerate to

have saved it and gave me my own hair back to use as a wig.  It's going to

take months before his cruel joke of "ANAL WHORE" tattoo gets fully

covered by my hair growing back.  But that wasn't the most humiliating

part.  When I got back to the dorm, all I could focus on was the throbbing

of my scalp. I didn't notice my eyebrows until I got out of the community

shower and saw they were thinner than before the shower. In fact they were

not thinner, but the tattoo parlor had painted on my eyebrows. When it

washed off, I could read the stylized words "fuck slut" right there on my

face!!  Every morning I had to wake up before my roommate so I can paint

my eyebrows on to cover the words. I can't face anyone for very long,

being self conscious that they would see "my pet name" peeking through. 

Eye contact means something totally different to me.

The only time I feel comfortable speaking now is facing my webcam because

it's my fingers doing the talking and the mask covering my face. I never

noticed that the eye holes were big enough to show the eyebrows, but one

time the makeup smeared when I was upside down fingering myself and

squirting on my own face.  The people in chat commented on my "fuck slut"

and I had to quickly shut off the cam. I made up a story that someone in

private chat paid a hefty tip to have me paint that on.

Speaking of webcam, it's definitely giving me a lot of positive income,

but for some reason it's also a high source of expenditure. I feel like I

am buying lingerie all the time. I don't think I've washed a pair of

underwear in weeks, sending them out all the time. And I had to buy,

sorry, "invest in" all the different dildos, dongs, vibrators, plugs, and

lube. The straps, whips, paddles, and cuffs. And most recently a Sybian

and a fuck machine. I even had to buy the software to link up the speed,

depth, intensity and time for those machines to the tips from the

camshows.  I don't think I can make the next payment.

---

We auctioned off another tattoo to pay for her tuition payment.  What she

didn't know was that I naturally created an account and am one of her

prime instigators.  Her nipples and areolas are one of those extremely

dark ones.  The last time I put her up for the wet t-shirt contest, she

didn't even need to get wet to see her nipples clearly.  So this tattoo

was to tattoo her areolas and nipples flesh colored so to the casual

observer it would look like she didn't have them.  I thought that was

hilarious because of the irony that most people want darker nipples. Not

that most people do anything about it, least of all tattoo them.

This time I convinced her to take a pill to be knocked out. Not that she

needed much convincing as soon as the needle touched her nipple.  What she

didn't know while she was out was that the tattoo artist had gotten a

special tri-spectrum paint.  Under normal lighting, Faye would look

boobless. Under blue light, it would almost glow a bright pink. And

finally glowing under the blacklight as well.  Here is a bit of science:

incandescent light is pretty yellow. Florescent light has a green tinge to

it. LED light is actually blue!  As the world turns on more and more LED

lights, she'll be shining her bright pink nipples more and more.

Since Faye was out drugged, might as well take the opportunity. I also had

her pussy lips tattooed with just the simple black light ink. As for her

asshole, not only did I get the outer ring done, but actually quite a

distance inside, about two inches in. Same black light ink. Normally you

wouldn't see anything, but have her wear a clear buttplug and shine a

blacklight up her ass, and any airplane will be able to land in the

darkest of nights.  That was not cheap! Good thing I could apply for more

credit cards and loans under her name.

---

I was in constant pain and could only drink a liquid diet for a week. He

also had me do constant enimas to keep it clean and not get an infection.

I stuck by his instructions as there would be no explaining a medical

record of "infection in rectum due to tattoo".

While I couldn't service him, he told me he was going to strip clubs, and

that broke my heart. I signed up for a pole dancing class and went any

time I wasn't with him to practice. I got to know the ex-stripper

instructor so I could go in at night by myself for extra practice. I

wanted to get a better experience while naked for a more realistic skin on

pole feel. It's just too bad that she had studio windows that I could

never find how to close the blinds, so I had to do my routine where anyone

driving on the street could see me naked.

Finally I asked him to take me with him to the strip club. He gave me his

special wink and brought along my mask that I used for webcamming. Somehow

showing my face on stage had escaped me! He's so thoughtful.

When I got on stage, I was so surprised! My nipples were glowing!! That

was so embarrassing to have two huge bright targets glowing brightly right

on my chest. But I was already on stage and I could see his frown when I

hesitated, so I started my routine. While hanging upside down, I could see

even my pussy was glowing!! I almost fell and broke my neck. I had to grab

the pole so hard I think I got my pussy lips bruised from rubbing against

the pole.

When I was done, I just wanted to curl into a ball and fall into a hole.

But he wanted to stay around for the dances, and he even paid for some

strippers to give me dances.

---

During her webcam shows, she always wore her mask. Naturally I recorded

all of them and made sure that if someone else didn't post them online,

they would "somehow" get online. What she didn't know was that I kept the

camera rolling when she got offline by a simple remote desktop fiddling.

So there was always a clear transition of her webcam show to her full

face, often after she'd cleaned herself off showing her "fuck slut"

eyebrows.

Is there any question that I also recorded her strip club exposes? Cell

phone cameras are great. Not only do I have her prepping before putting on

her mask, but I also have her taking off her mask under the full glow of

the blacklight clearly showing she is the girl with the blaring nipples

and cunt.  But that's not all I got. Obviously she saw her nipples and she

probably noticed her cunt. But I'll bet she didn't notice every time she

bent over, the crowd wasn't just cheering her figure but also her glowing

asshole.  Spinning around on that pole also showed her "ANAL WHORE" tattoo

glowing through her hair.

---

He said I was rude to the girls at the club, and didn't respond to their

affection. I'm not a lesbian, and part of what drove me to him at the

beginning was that my lesbian roommate Olivia was hitting on me.  I guess

she was only interested in the conservative type because as soon as I

started to change my wardrobe Olivia stopped being interested in me and

started dating Alice, an ultra-conservative petite Chinese girl who was

still in the closet.

He suggested I take some lessons from them on how to be affectionate

toward other girls. There was no way they would let me watch, and Olivia

wouldn't want a three-way with a fuck slut such as myself. Yes, I've

noticed her staring at my eyebrows every time we talk so she must have

noticed something.

He suggested I set up a camera to record them while I'm out of the room,

so that I could review the videos to improve.  They are actually quite

passionate when no one is around. I could see Olivia fingering Alice's

vagina almost any chance she got, and the moans when Alice sucks on

Olivia's breasts were pretty loud. They also had a double headed dong like

mine, though shorter than mine. They used theirs between themselves in

what I learned was called "scissoring", unlike the 10 inch one that's up

my butt at the moment held in by a buttplug that vibrates to sound, such

as Olivia's moaning.

---

I have power of attorney over her, and drained her credit. I already filed

bankruptcy on her and structured her debt such that all her webcamming and

stripping profits just go to paying off interest, and barely at that.

Naturally all her debt collection mail goes to a PO Box that I get so

she's none the wiser about her dire financial straits.

Her criminal record isn't clean either. I took her on one of my business

trips once, for no other reason than to walk her past TSA airport

security. This was immediately after an attempted bomb, so I knew they

would be on edge. Faye took her "comfortable" six inch metal dong up her

ass and I wrapped a chain around her waist and between her legs to keep it

in. I padlocked the chain and sent her through security. The TSA agents

were confused at first, but not one was amused. Well, except maybe one

lady that I think I saw out of the corner of my eye.  There was petite

little Faye standing in the middle of the busy airport having to explain

she had a metal dildo embedded up her ass and a chain holding it in.

They even called the FBI over and shuffled her into interrogation.  It

wasn't until five hours later that they got the chain cut off, and had a

bomb squad extract her dildo. In a room of 15 men and Faye bent over

showing her gaping asshole, they finally told her all this was going on

her criminal record, and she better not try this stunt again.

---

Not too long ago, my life plan was to finish college, finding a husband

while doing so, then graduating and getting married to have three kids.

(Being honest, this day and age, getting married isn't even that

important.)

Now, I have "ANAL WHORE" and "fuck slut" tattoos on my head and face, my

nipples and vagina glow, and I feel perfectly comfortable with an eight

inch dong up my butt walking around campus.  I am a webcam model with I

don't know how many people around the world that have seen me naked with a

fuck machine plowing into my butt while I rub my clitoris just so I can

orgasm for the fifth time in half an hour for what amounts to $60.

At least I found a guy who still cares for me after all that and even

having been arrested by the FBI for having an "undisclosed weapon hidden

on person".  He even talked a cop out of taking me to jail from the strip

club because I was too lewd for the city ordinance.

Tuition payments are due again soon, and I just can't seem to save enough.

I can't go home to ask for any money, my parents are tight as it is saving

for my little sister's upcoming admissions to university.