Camgirl Elk Tattoo - Camgirl Elk Tattoo has an amazing body.

Camgirl Elk Tattoo and lanky with an extremely small but firm chest and ass. She is perpetually wet and looks like she is floating. Sitting in her favorite chair, she fucks herself. Sitting back and relaxing she enjoys being "famous". Getting in the car and checking the news magazine, she races her fingers through her hair, and she watches her favorite movies. Grinding her dick into her palm and spanked her ass, she hears his voice in the radio "Hellooooo girl, here come some more degenerates for our little exhibition" as she grinds her too-big tits into her palm and rubs her red swollen lips. She also hears him bang on the door. He looks at her with a big grin, reaching over to flip on the radio. "I'll be right back, take care of business and be fast, or you'll be needing a ride home, or you'll be in the wind, which will be more than nice for you anyway. Now get in the car, I'll get the ride you need, you hire a chauffeur, you tell him what a slut you are and why you're working so much harder for a living... and if you think you can blow the place up, think again, you can have a lot less fun with a job than you thought you could with a bicycle, you love the attention and the protection of the slutty coupe, you need both, don't you?" She smiles, then shakes her head and gives a long low whistle. The sounds of the engine and her explosion into the hot rubber dildo are unmistakable. She spins wildly, and then lies still, pulling away from the seat again. Chopping down on her tongue she lifts her head up, clearing the way so that she can look down.

Her cheeks are glowing with embarrassment at her situation. She drops the phone to the table and shudders violently. As she lays there admiring the site of the hot she says to herself, "I'm a paid whore, and my customers are my customers, are they not slutty bitch or bugger?" She finishes her joke as she turns back to the wheel. The engine starts, and now it runs quietly. She wishes it was the back door... the one with the camera. She would be proud. It is the one she's used most recently. She doesn't even remember it. It always left her stranded in an insane asylum. It feels cold. She feels the wetness between her legs. "Go to your car, whore, and bring your things for me. I'll get rid of the wetness, and you will have company. Take the coat off, you bastard, and get the fuck out of my driveway." She doesn't get out of her car, much to the surprise of almost everyone.

First, she unbuttoned the coat, then she unzipped, letting it fall to the floor. She doesn't remember the last time she had a man tell her what to do, outside of work. Being only 28, she has a tremendous amount of self-awareness. She knows that men and women give different, often even different, opinions on how to run a large business. What she does know is that within her company, she is trained to the highest professional standard. This includes the ability to violate a woman's boundaries and verbally abuse her in any way necessary to secure our clientele. Over the last several years, we have seen in her the evolution of this highly specialized skill. She was a very young thing, entering the company on a tourist basis. Her willingness to learn and the encouragement of her superior have brought her to a higher standard of living. As a result of her education and involvement with the company, she is now well qualified to serve our needs. I said earlier that the reason she was qualified was because she was recognized as a specialist. And with the skills we require of her speciality, she is often able to differentiate between the "well" and the "average" in her work. She is self-consciously and almost offensively dominant, but has no problem sticking her tongue where it wants to go and doing what she cannot do in a professional setting simply because she feels that it is the right thing to do. And she does not suffer fools gladly, unlike some people she does not get shy and quite frankly enjoys calling out her fellows for doing things others might find amusing..