Web went behind his desk to the small console board, dimmed the lights, and punched a button. Still pictures suddenly appeared on the movie screen. They were shots of Nichole. She was wearing black boots that came to her knees, a flimsy black G-string, and a tight half-bra that only served to hold her big, fully rounded breasts erect; her nipples stuck out, free, taut, enticing. The G-string barely covered her sparse, pubic hair and completely exposed her nakedly white buttocks. The still pictures were in color and changed, with a "click-click" automatically.
Nichole opened her eyes and looked up at the screen to see a montage of herself in various suggestive and obscene poses: a close-up of her with a huge glistening cock wedged between her tightly compressed breasts. Then she was on her knees in another picture with her legs spread wide apart showing a man crouched before her; his face was buried in her cuntal crevice. Another naked man knelt behind her and pressed his whitely massive cock against her young buttocks; he had reached around and cupped her breasts while she turned her head and had her little red tongue in his mouth. The pictures came one after another, quickly, seemingly endless with Nichole lewdly kneeling over a naked man, with Nichole sucking a cum-covered penis while being fucked dog fashion, with Nichole obscene and obedient, doing whatever Web wanted.