Nervously Cyndi asked: "What do you want?" "Come to my bedroom and we'll talk about it." "Your b-b?"

Nervously Cyndi asked: "What do you want?" "Come to my bedroom and we'll talk about it." "Your b-b-bedroom?" "Yes, Cyndi, my bedroom." Martha's lewd grin curved wider. "I like having sex with another woman almost as much as with a man. And those luscious big tits of yours really, turns me on!" "Oh, now wait a minute"

"You've never enjoyed sex with another woman?" "No, never. And I don't think it's right." Martha's limpid green eyes narrowed. "That's a strange moral judgement to make from a mother who lets make these photos." "Yes, I suppose. But I just don't think I can do it." "You don't have to do anything," Martha said, pulling gently on Cyndi's trembling hand.

"I enjoy taking the dominant role. Now come along. Just looking at your glorious tits and ass makes me hot!" "No, I can't." "Then go home and tell the governor his wife’s naked pictures are on the web. I won't have that trouble you in then."

Cyndi felt trapped, frightened of a lesbian relationship. "All right," she consented weakly, following along. Martha's bedroom had a round bed with pale blue satin sheets. "Let me help you off with that tight fitting blouse, bra and your skirt," Martha said in a low and sultry voice. "I don't want anything between me and those beautiful body of you."

Cyndi shivered as her clothes slipped down to the floor. "Now lie down on the bed. On your back just as you would for a man." Cyndi lay down, her body remained tense, her legs clamped together like the jaws of a vise. Martha stretched out languidly beside her. "Relax, Cyndi. I'm going to thrill you, not hurt you."