Anna Kendrick

The **** girl follows Kristen, her head down, brown hair falling into her face. You can't tell who it is until Kristen returns to the counter and gives you a self-pleased smile. "Stand!" she orders and the girl obeys.

And you recognize her.

Anna Kendrick, the pretty actress stands next to Kristen, a serious and slightly nervous look on her face. You take her in top the bottom. Her brown hair falls messily around her face. Her green eye-shadow is subtle but her lips are covered in a bold red lipstick. Around her neck is the studded collar that's attached the Kristen's leash.

Her plentiful breasts are squeezed into a straight top leather corset, looking like two painfully smushed orbs of flesh, just waiting to pop out. The corset ends just below her navel, exposing a few inches of flesh beneath her waist, above a pair of striped black and gray panties. Below that, long shapely legs reach toward the ground.

She stares back at you, not saying anything.

"This is him," Kristen says, pulling on the leash a bit. Anna's head turns toward her. "This is the man you owe your slavery to." Kristen smiles big. And you think you see Anna crack just a tiny smile. "Now tell him what you said to me... at the Twilight wrap party."

Anna stares deep into Kristen's face. You wonder if she indeed has eaten her out as her ****, like Kristen claimed. The thought spins around in your head and your cock grows.

Then Anna turns toward you, swallows nervously and speaks in a whisper. "I think I'd like a man to take me in the ass."

"Tell him why you think." Kristen is enjoying every moment of this.

"Because I do it to myself all the time... at home with my toys." Anna's breasts heave nervously.

"But..." Kristen eggs her on. You watch and listen curiously, impossible not to be aroused.

"I'm too embarrassed to ask a man to do it." Anna's voice trembles.

"Because..." Kristen adds.

"Only... only whores do that sort of thing." Anna finally finishes, her gaze at you becoming more sharp.

"That's a good girl" Kristen says to Anna, pulling her leash pulling her ear close to her mouth and whispering into it. "But you're my whore now... and his." Again you think you see Anna crack just the smallest smile.

Then Kristen turns to you. "Her ass is yours if you'd like it." And of course you would, but you still think there are a few people shopping in the store, and aren't sure this is the best place for this. You hesitate to drop your pants even as you notice Anna closing her eyes and nodding slightly as if she's eager for you to say yes.

"Here. I'll warm her up for you." Kristen doesn't seem to care if there are other people in the store. She grabs Anna by her long hair and thrusts her body forward. Anna's elbows land with a thump on the counter before you. Her blue eyes look up at you. "Arch your back!" Kristen orders, pulling Anna's hair. The girl let's out a little whimper and as she arches, two swollen pink nipples come popping out the top of her corset.

Then Kristen clears her throat, drawing your eyes to her. She takes her thumb and shoves it into her mouth, down to the base. When she slides it out, it's sopping wet with her spit. And with a smile she shoves it down into the back of Anna's panties.

You look down at Anna again. She parts her lips to whisper. "I'm a good girl" And then grits her teeth as her eyes roll back into her head as Kristen clearly has shoved her thumb into Anna's eager asshole.

Anna's body begins to rock, toward you and back, as Kristen pumps her with her thumb. Anna moans quietly and after a moment her eyes flutter and come back to life, staring at your face with what looks like a strange combination of thanks and accusation. After all Kristen did say this was all your fault. Then Anna's eyes find their way down to the clear bulge in your pants. Her teeth stay clenched as her eyes move again back up to yours then to your bulge.

You decide it's time to make a move.