The Brunette

Your finger hovers indecisively over the screen. Like a dog with three dicks, it's almost impossible to choose. In the end it's the glasses that push you over the edge. The mental image of Little Miss Black giving you a smoky look through them as you, animalistically, pound away at her from behind...

You're finger jumps to Monica's picture.

The page that appears shocks you. It's like some in depth CIA dossier. Like someone had transcribed this girl's very soul to a wikipedia document. Every thought and feeling. Every dirty secret.

Monica was the daughter of some high-flying businesswoman. Her father was a foreign hotel porter her mother met on a business trip. Monica doesn't know this and has never met him.

Apparently there was no husband/man-of-the-house in the Black family. This seems to have made all the Black women highly independent and possibly a little over opinionated. And in Monica's case, left her with a deep, dark, secret kink. A desire to be dominated.

Phew! Is it getting hot in here? Also, are you're pants shrinking?

Monica is apparently part of the school's theatre troupe. She enjoys playing characters divergent from her own, and has a personal collection of costumes at ho... Oh... Oh god!

There are some pictures of the more 'interesting' ones in gallery. Selfies taken in front of a bedroom mirror.

Must. Not. Cream. Own. Pants.

How did some one even get ahold of these?