Hi,
and welcome to my latest update.
I would like to remind you all
that the number of videos that I have posted is increasing. Why not visit the SC
video page and check the films I have uploaded. Download the ones you like and then
you can see me in action, either alone or with my friends, and you get to keep and enjoy
them forever.
The number of stills online is
now in excess of 7000 pictures.
For whatever reasons my sanity
lives by, I had given Mr Clicky a sum of money and asked him to buy something I could use
do a set (or maybe more) of pictures. I knew it would be something either peculiar,
perverse or designed to make me look bad (he's been trying to since I caught him out about
his little deception). However I was amazed by what he returned with.
He had found a corset type of
thing with a halter neck, in black and red stripes. Well, you all know that I'm not in the
least bit shy so I pulled off my street clothes and tried to work out how to don this new
item. No matter what I did, I could not get the damned thing to cover my ample tits. My
pet smartass is stood in the corner desperately holding back on laughing. He explained
that it was of an 'under bust' design and that my gorgeous boobs were meant to be
seen.
I dug out a lace top (then I
remembered he had also supplied that [his wifes?] and put that on with a suspender belt,
stockings and red panties. Thinks - I ought to use the lace top on it's own! I sat
down and started to put my makeup on and realised he had started taking pictures. Well,
fuck him. Let him take the photos - I don't care. Got that sorted then so let's get to
'work' and see what comes out.
I like the way the corset sits as
I've found out that I can play with my nipples with free abandon. That's a definite bonus
at least! So I strip down whilst all the time sticking my tongue out and making constant
suggestions about the fact that I know that he knows that I know what's going through his
twisted little mind. After he showed me the pics later and I saw the lace top even I could
not believe how good I looked - even I thought I'd like to fuck me!
The time had come to think about
doing something else but Mr C asks why I've stopped to touch up my lipstick. He reckons we
can get a few more yet (as in some shots of my feet) because he reminds me people have
told me that they like that sort of picture. I've got a little cushion that I placed on my
feet at the end which I thought looked good. Did he agree? Well, I don't know because I
have not yet worked out his answer.
It was 'Don't look at me like
that. Anyway, you're supposed to wear your heart on your sleeve'
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