Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2010 12:06:31 +0100
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: eMaster M tv sub

By Reading this, you acknowledge that it's intended for adults only, like
the rest of the work of tinafosteruk@gmail.com

If you're not old enough to read this, "why are you here?? Go away..."

To those who enjoy reading these, thank you for your attention. It's
appreciated.

..

Still wearing the beige cotton shirt and jeans I had worn all day, I walked
through the house, ensuring all the locks were locked. There was no-one
else in the house and, I'd wanted to play. And besides, I'd told myself, "I
think young John might light like it!"

And with that in mind, I had been eager to start.

I turned off all the light and, retreating to my back room rooted in my
draw to find what I was looking for.

With that draw as it is; it is a wonder you ever find anything.

I found my camera and then relit the heavily leaden spliff I had been
smoking five minutes earlier.

Placing it in the ashtray, I dotted a few lights around my room, to augment
the scant illumination provided by the two laptops, facing one another; the
one on the left, the word processor, the one across from it running Stoik
Video recorder.

On the centre of the converter was two-thirds the image displayed and, a
naked Asian lovingly service two well-endowed Black gentleman and truth be
told, I liked what I'd seen, as I briefly looked to the screen.

She was so lucky, I mused, setting up my shaving mirror on the side nearest
my pillows, with the wood-veneer headboard at back.

Then, looking around, I found what I was looking for, a suitable `spec, to
show the lens what I could do.

And. As I set the lip-stick next to my coffee-cup, I thought of him,
wondering if he would like what I was about to do. It certainly paused to
think, for a mille-second, as I got the wooden clothespins out of my
pocket; the one's I'd taken from the kitchen earlier.

I relit the smoke and inhaled strongly on it's sweet acrid fumes, before
setting it aside, to turn the timer on the camera, which I'd set to make a
film, for Him.

Then breathing deeply I'd lowered my head, which I lifted slowly, as I
looked toward where I had set the lipstick, a vibrant red, of a shade I
found enticing.

I'd drawn that tip, languorously across my top lip and then across, the
other side and, I just couldn't resist the action on the third stroke.

Call, it an impulse, but I'd taken that small cylinder between my lips,
with a slow seductive movement and, accompanying sounds of pleasure. Of
course.

I'd shaped my lips, drawing it it, as I slid it back and forth with my
right hand, as with my left I picked up the first of the two wooden
clothespins, ass my nipples were to be attended to, as I hoped he might
like.

I slid each other my flesh, eliciting a sigh of painful pleasure through my
lipstick-covered lips and for a moment I turned to the screen, still
sucking lasciviously, on that lipstick.

I thought of him, as I watched the Asian astride one of the two Black men,
her long slim back arched, hair flowing and, I turned to the camera as I
massaged the bulge in my jeans that contained my arousal within the
prettiest pair of purple panties and, I blew Him, a soft lipstick-coating
kiss, before turning the camera off.

I then turned to the word processor and began to write of this all, before
sending the email with the film as an attachment, to prove my devotion, to
them.