Marigold begrudgingly agrees.

Marigold looked from the clock to the door and then back to Harry. His camera was still firmly between his two hands; there would be no way for her to grab it and escape with it, even if she had the daring to try something like that, and she didn't. She was trapped, and the spunk all over her face told her that she was a ruined woman. There was no point in resisting the inevitable, now.

She looked at Harry, only to realize that some of his warm white seed was dripping down from her eyebrow to her cheek. That image-- how he had defiled her coupled with his smiling, almost innocent face-- was all she needed to see to know that he had completely played her. Had he started planning this from the first moment that she had walked up to 'Horny Harry's' booth looking for toys for Joy? If he had, he had pulled off his plan masterfully.

"Okay," Marigold whispered.

"Wonderful," Harry said. "Why don't we get started? Get on your feet for me, Marigold."

Marigold stood up. She had to **** herself to stand up straight and tall, though it was a little difficult with one arm struggling to cover her enormous bust and the other hiding her most private place between her legs. She couldn't believe that a strange man was seeing her like this-- much less that her face was covered with his orgasm!

"Tsk tsk, Mari," Hary chastised, waggling one finger as he lifted his camera to his eye. "You can't hide from me. Drop your hands."

Marigold was filled with shame as she put her hands at her sides, revealing the spiderweb of cum covering her chest and her face.