The casting captivechrissymarie

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Knock, knock, Knock… Chrissy wrapped again on the front door. Again there was no answer. She looked down at the flyer in her palm “Open Casting for Female 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 clothed to win the part. Bony milky cotton flog top, no bra, her wondrous puffies standing at attention. Her shortest micro-skirt and her highest heels. She reached out and attempted the doorknob. It was open. Leisurely she waved the door open and entered. The living apartment was spacious with modern decorations, tender 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 sensuous even animalistic about the room. The decorations were bold, masculine, and powerful. Chrissy sensed drawn in. Her gawp fell on a thick wicker basket that seemed to have a bright platinum chain stringing up from it. She reached out and pulled on it. The lid came open and to her wonderment it was crammed to the edge with all kinds of bondage gear. Chrissy impulsively kept pulling on the chain and to her wonderment at the end was the thickest handcuff she had ever seen. She toyed with it for several moments trying it on her wrist and ultimately decided it was a neck cuff. Curiosity won out over caution and she decided to attempt it on. She found the key, tested it to make sure it would unlock and Leisurely put it around her neck. Click, click, click she closed it home. Getting more thrilled with every ratchet. Until it was tight enough, maybe a bit too tight. A thrill surged thru her body. She clipped her nipples. She was amazed at how stiff they were. She sensed her crotch. It was getting wet. She must have more.