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Chapter 11 by CaptainPulse CaptainPulse

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Continue the make-out session

(Originally by Stretchweasel)

Kate quickly learned that Max could play the female body like a cello. She had the hands of a virtuoso and the lips of a warrior poet. In time, Kate simply went limp and left the entire make-out session up to Max. Randy and her camera vanished from her sensibilities: for untold minutes, there was nothing but the hands pressed up against her butt, the d-cups pressed up against her breasts, and the lips traveling up and down her neck and face. She wasn't sure when reality gave way to a dream, but she found herself having to wake up again to the sound of Max arguing with Randy.

"That's the end of it," said Max, looming over the girl. "You got your peep show, and now I get my clothes back."

"The deal's changing!" said Randy, unable to take her eyes off of Max's boobs. "You get your clothes back when I say you get your clothes back!"

"Forget it!" said Max. "Max isn't anybody's bimbo! Hand over my clothes now or--"

"Or what?" said Randy. "You'll erase the footage I took of your sister even more? I hold all the cards here, sweet-cheeks!"

Randy swept her camera up and down Max's body. The woman scowled and covered herself as best she could. Kate would have relished the sight of her rival being brought down so many pegs if she wasn't so busy longing for her touch again.

"So, here's what's gonna happen," said Randy. "I'm gonna make a few phone calls, and I'll be hosting a little girls' night here. Your job is going to be serving as our naked maids."

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