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I blush as I stammer. "You... You're a woman, a respectable woman. What I imagined are things I would do to a sex toy-- a sex doll. You're not a toy, you're a human being. I don't want to ..."

She approaches me and does not let me finish talking. She covers my mouth with hers. Our tongues interact playfully before we disengage. "I'm giving you consent to my body, John." Her eyes appear moist. "Others would jump at the chance. Why don't you? Now, tell me what do you imagine doing to me?"

"Okay," I say, somewhat emboldened by her kiss. "First, your lips. You've got beautiful luscious lips. I imagine myself fucking your mouth while you are struggling for breath, and deep-throating you while you are gagging and **** on my cock, until I fill your mouth with my cum." I notice her surprised, startled look. "But that's what I would do to a sex-doll. I won't do that to you, unless you enjoy that being done to you."

A tear rolls down her cheek. She wipes it off and suddenly gives me another French kiss. I could feel the desire in her mouth. Without warning, she gets down on her knees and pulls down my cargo pants. Before I know it, my briefs are on the floor and she is sucking on my cockhead like it was a lollipop.

I stare at her with my mouth gaping. I could not imagine that a supermodel-- a nude supermodel, was giving me a blowjob. She attempts to put my entire length in. Then, as her mouth adjusts to my size, she gives me a deep throat. I reach the brink faster than I could ever have. "I'm about to release!" I say.

She gives me the thumbs up sign. I can't take it any longer. I release my load into her mouth. She swallows most of it and and wipes off with her fingers the cum splatters that have scattered across her face. She finally sucks them off her fingers, before licking my flaccid cock clean.

"You're more honorable than most of my employers." she says, slightly panting.

"Why do you say that?"

"What you just described a while ago, the thing you would do to a sex doll-- I was **** to do that!"

"What? Who would do such a thing?" I stare at her in disbelief.

"I haven't really told anyone about it," she says as her eyes moisten. "The public saw us as goddesses, but our bosses treated us like pigs. I could do what you just described, and grin while doing it, even if I was uncomfortable, even if it was painful, and even if I felt like crying."

I hug her naked body as she starts to sob more intensely. "I shouldn't have allowed you to do a blowjob as it triggered bad memories."

"You're so understanding, John. But I can't erase those bad memories. My bosses even have it on tape, on dvds-- just in case I tell others, they release them publicly, and my reputation is damaged. And for me at that time who was struggling to get to the top, reputation was everything... so I kept it all to myself."

I look at her tired eyes. "Thanks for the blowjob," I say, as I kiss her on the lips. "You didn't have to do it for me. All I wanted were your photos, but you've given me the real thing. I am truly grateful. I will really treasure this moment."

"I can give you a recording, if you want," she says with a huge smile.

"What? You recorded everything?"

"There are some features that I have had installed in this house. I was not sure what you would do to me. So I enabled the recording. If things got worse, at least there was enough documentation. There are even close-ups, and shots from different angles."

I glance at the ceiling and realize the array of different types of cameras and infrared lighting that filled almost every space. "So, that bakery is then just a hobby? Or are you doing it for your dad? You've got top-of-the-line technology here, and yet your bakery uses some old machines?"

She nods. "I'm doing it for Henry. And it also gives me a chance to occasionally reconnect with my past. You guessed right. I worked in a bakery since I was a kid."

"I admire you for what you're doing for your dad. Some people just forget their parents."

"Come," she says as she heads for what appears to be a studio. "Since you're after my pictures, let's go over my collection."

"On second thought," I add. "I would also want the recording." My cock slowly hardens as I watch Coleen busy herself opening boxes, checking inside drawers, and opening folders, in search of her photo collection. "It's alright if you can't find them. The recording would be enough." I notice a bed and some cameras and photography equipment at the east side of the room.