Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 35,  continuing on from  Games in a Playsuit and Games in a Playsuit (continued) . Poor Linda continues to suffer at the hands of Mr Ranbourne. Surely he wouldn’t get her sent to a Rehabilitation Centre after all, would he? I’m afraid this story is missing a section due to a misprint in the magazine. ‘Hello, Gregory?’ It is 7 o’clock. At least Mr Ranbourne didn’t keep her any longer. All night. He was saying perhaps he would keep her for the night and would she like that. A night in that lovely comfortable bed. She had finally managed to persuade him to let her go. ‘It’s that boyfriend I suppose. What did you say his name was? Gregory? You’re due to see your dear Gregory. And of course there’s your dear mother too. I suppose she’ll be wondering where you are. Or whom you’re with if it’s not that Gregory.’ Mr Ranbourne’s mocking laugh. ‘You’ll have to tell her, Linda. That a very nice gentleman has taken

From Blushes 49, continuing the  story of poor Linda who has fallen into the clutches of Mr Ranbourne. But at least it means she won’t get sent to a dreaded Rehabilitation Centre, doesn’t it? The camera is going:  Click …  Click …  Click . As Linda is forced to assume pose after pose. In what is left of the pink playsuit. Her big tits thrusting out of the holes cut in the front, her crotch virtually bare, her bottom completely bare except for the narrow strip left between the ripely swelling cheeks. Kneeling up on the high stool. Bending over it: face down and then face up. On the bare boards of the floor. On hands and knees. Lying on her back. Her legs spread, or up in the air. Mr Ranbourne seems to have an inexhaustible imagination when it comes to thinking of poses. Poses which reveal a girl’s body, its most intimate parts, in the most intimate of detail. At last, though, he is finally content. Presumably because there aren’

From Blushes 49 (Also published as “Peek A Boo” in New Blushes 2.24). A delightful photo-set. Such a pretty girl, and I like the ambiguity of a “playsuit” — for whose play is it designed exactly? There are several people already sitting in the waiting room: a woman with a child, another with a teenage boy, plus three men. They all look up as she enters and walks across, high heels clattering on the polished floor, to one of the unoccupied chairs. The men especially (and the boy) keep looking because she is an extremely good-looking young woman: 18 or 19 perhaps, a tallish girl with a thick mass of chestnut hair, lustrous brown eyes and a notably full, ripe mouth. Above the high heels and shapely ankles and calves is a dark blue coat which hides further detail. Detail which the eyes of the men would clearly like to see. She briefly meets the stare of the two men opposite, then lowers her gaze. Her face is slightly flushed — at this