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Salome sat there, legs apart, ankles trapped, her porcelain-white soles exposed like the perfect crime scene. Her short skirt teased against the edge of decency, threatening to cross the line with every little squirm. Those soft giggles started sneaking out, small slips she couldn't swallow down...

Salome’s idea of a massage didn’t include tickles, but sometimes you get more than you pay for. She’s balancing on the edge, torn between relaxing and bursting into laughter. But those soles of hers, soft as they are, don’t stand a chance. Laughing, squirming, Salome’s caught in a game she...

I have been working on a 3D set today. As they say in America's Top Model, here's my best shot. R