EXTRACT FOR
The Changing Of Camilla
(Tia Lascivo)

"You wanted a slut, Alan? Guess what ??" I'm going to grant you that wish."



They're in the room. Standard chain-hotel: wide bed, a television they won't be using. There's an open-fronted wardrobe just inside the door, a bathroom opposite, a wide wooden counter along the wall with a mirror set in the wall above it. There's also a tub-armchair and full-length mirror near the window. They'll be making use of both the chair and mirror later on, but, for now, it's just Camilla and her husband present.



"Fuck, Cam, I thought you weren't gonna go for it, babe."



"I'm doing it to teach you a lesson as much as I'm doing it for the sex. Remember, you wanted this, Alan."



"Fucking hell, that sounds bad," Alan replies just as there's a knock at the door.



"There's my boys," Camilla purrs, the excitement jumping inside her. "Sit down. Keep out of the way. I'm going to entertain our guests."



Camilla goes to the door, lust tugging her vitals. Now it's on she anxious and eager, desperate to make a start.



Rob's in front, grinning, his eyes moving over Camilla. "Fuck me," he says as he stares. "That's fuckin' tasty."



Camilla feels the surge while flaunting her body. She's ready for sex, the dress hanging in the wardrobe, an underbust corset tight around the rack of her ribs, boobs exposed, pussy bare, stockings hooked to the straps attached to the hem of the corset, the heels completing her lewd ensemble.



"Don't stand there gawking," Camilla says as she turns. "Get in here. My husband wants to see you lovely boys fuck me."