The casting 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 mitt “Open Casting for Woman Model, Adult Softcore Art Shoot, 10:00 AM”. Again she looked at her watch. She was on time and had the right address. She was dressed to win the part. Thin milky cotton whip top, no bra, her cool nips standing at attention. Her shortest miniskirt and her highest heels. She reached out and attempted the doorknob. It was open. Leisurely she flapped the door open and entered. The living bedroom was spacious with modern decorations, fragile couches and gleaming hardwood floors. “Is anyone home? I’m here for the audition…” she called out and got no answer. She began to scan around the room. The atmosphere seemed to draw her in. There was something voluptuous even animalistic about the room. The decorations were bold, masculine, and powerful. Chrissy sensed drawn in. Her gawp fell on a fat 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 astonishment it was crammed to the brink with all kinds of restrain bondage gear. Chrissy impulsively kept pulling on the chain and to her astonishment at the end was the biggest handcuff she had ever seen. She toyed with it for several 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, examined it to make sure it would unlock and Leisurely put it around her neck. Click, click, click she closed it home. Getting more excited with every ratchet. Until it was taut enough, maybe a bit too tight. A excite surged through her body. She clipped her nipples. She was affected at how stiff they were. She sensed her crotch. It was getting wet. She must have more.