The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 20, Section 2, Robyn Cams Steph & Beka: Upskirt & Vagflash (Day 16), Robyn Cams Beka: Back Door Sanpan Open Upskirt ¶ Newbie Pledge Beka appears to be the main benefactor of Boss Babe’s more egalitarian legs policy. Beka’s pantyless miniskirt enables delightful views of her unobstructed bare beaver, complemented by her trimmed vertical landing strip slightly above where her lips come together and where a clit hides inside, a bolus wanting to ball out. ¶ “You.” Robyn rises and points to Beka. “Come with me.” And so Beka follows Robyn out to the Back Door Landing, where Robyn sits her leaning back so sun shines up her short miniskirt. The Back Door Cam collects her legs apart, including whatever sunlit intimacies might hide beneath barely apart inner thighs. Knees up, back and hands bracing against the railing. While the Cam shoots, Robyn taunts, “You’re gonna beg to more than just legs apart upskirt all-the-time.” Robyn drawls as she signals Beka to open wider, “You’re gonna beg Tiffany bring the Makeup Case and shave off what’s left of your bristly landing strip. You’re gonna open your breech up and finger fuck your broom closet. You’re gonna make your bolus rise outta its hood. Do you understand me?” ¶ Beka thinks so, and speaks carefully, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” She opens her legs to a middle position. Plenty of sunlight. ¶ And Robyn cams brodeas trying to leak out. ¶ Robyn flairs her nose as she looks down at her trainee. “You think hootchy-kootchy Kimju and mumbo-jumbo Molly are the only Roommates who are gonna cum for my Cam? You and Elle Lollydor are already begging to Strip, and you both are gonna cum for me when I say.” Robyn piles on a cheap thought. “Next Term, once you are Strippers, you’ll be begging to Whore. Once Beka Broda makes Whore you can turn your beaver into a burse!” Robyn cackles. “You can be a Beka Bursar full time.” ¶ Robyn leans in to better examine the one-inch wide, two inches long, landing strip Beka presents for inspection, but Cam tilt lower as Beka squeezes her bare breech, and a blob of brodeas runs down toward her asshole. Also sunlit. ¶ “Janet says you call that your borehole, your bronzo, your brownie. Is that true, Pledge?” Robyn queries. ¶ Beka speaks in a frank kind of way. “Ma’am, I can’t stop my leaking brodeas running down to my bowel sphincter, Ma’am. Once I get excited it just keeps making béchamel. Trust me, if I stay here a while it will drip down onto the Landing.” ¶ “Wouldn’t want Elle to have to lick you up out here,” Robyn jests as she sees an opportunity to make a scene change. “On your feet,” she commands. “I shall not allow you to leave béchamel behind. Follow me.” And they both ring the Bell.