Room 2D

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From Blushes 45 featuring a young Alison Steadman lookalike. Pamel-ah! Her proud breasts stretched tautly and she stared up at her wrists as her arms remained taut in their own act as though saluting the ceiling. Her upper torso was completely naked and the nipples on her tightly posed titties were thrusting like excited stalks from the pinky aureoles. Her high-heeled shoes helped the full expression of her enforced statuesque posture as, with ankles together, she choked back the constant threat to whimper her hopeless helplessness. ‘Are you sure you are stretching your arms as high as you can?’ his voice asked unreasonably. ‘Oh yes sir… I am, I am,’ her voice conveyed her own fear that she might displease him and that would be a situation that Fiona knew she did not want to even think about. Please let me not fail, please, please, she inwardly and constantly prayed. To show him her anxiousness to please at all costs, she tr...

Photo-story from Janus 33 It was an oppressive day at the height of an English summer. Cabbage whites fluttered by on leaden wings, their delicate membranes battling against the still air and clogging humidity. Even the cheery sparrows were silent, unable to continue the chirpy chit-chat they had started so optimistically at the crack of dawn. All living creatures in the vicinity of Spencer Hall were sensibly restricting their movements to the quest for moisture. All living creatures that is, except Deborah Spencer-Smythe. Picking flowers was something that Deborah did a great deal. Spencer Hall often resembled the Chelsea Flower Show when Deborah was at home, in fact Sir William Spencer-Smythe was often sure that there were more flowers in the Hall than there were in the grounds. Truly, he was beginning to despair of the girl. She was 18 years of age, academically bright but with a mind that in all other respects seemed to be p...