The audition captivechrissymarie

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Knock, knock, Knock… Chrissy packaged again on the front door. Again there was no answer. She looked down at the flyer in her forearm “Open casting for Doll Model, Adult Glamour Art Shoot, 10:00 AM”. Again she looked at her watch. She was on time and had the right address. She was clothed to win the part. Bony milky cotton whip top, no bra, her wondrous puffies standing at attention. Her shortest mini-skirt and her highest heels. She reached out and attempted the doorknob. It was open. leisurely she wagged the door open and entered. The living bedroom was spacious with modern decorations, gentle couches and gleaming hardwood floors. “Is anyone home? I’m here for the audition…” she called out and got no answer. She started to scan around the room. The atmosphere seemed to draw her in. There was something sensual even animalistic about the room. The decorations were bold, masculine, and powerful. Chrissy felt drawn in. Her gawp fell on a massive wicker basket that seemed to have a bright platinum chain suspending from it. She reached out and pulled on it. The lid came open and to her wonderment it was packed to the brink with all kinds of restrain bondage gear. Chrissy impulsively kept pulling on the chain and to her wonderment at the end was the biggest put handcuffs on she had ever seen. She toyed with it for a few moments attempting it on her wrist and eventually determined it was a neck cuff. Curiosity won out over caution and she determined to attempt it on. She found the key, inspected it to make sure it would unlock and leisurely put it around her neck. Click, click, click she closed it home. Getting more aroused with every ratchet. Until it was taut enough, maybe a bit too tight. A thrill surged thru her body. She clipped her nipples. She was amazed at how rigid they were. She felt her crotch. It was getting wet. She must have more.