" The hole on the end of my penis was pointing directly at the camera as Helen took a few more shots.As she worked, Helen's creamy breast hung tantili...ingly from her chest. The nipples would harden, then get soft, then harden again. I couldn't help but keep my eyes fastened on this glorious specimen of womanhood. I thought I would come when Helen turned her back to me and bent over slightly to make a camera adjustment. For only a brief second I caught a glimpse of her labia. Maybe I was seeing. I couldn't reada single word off my page. I kept getting distracted by the way Momokotwirled her hair with her fingers, or rested both her elbows on the deskand propped her face up, or the way she kept smiling the entire time.Momoko said nothing the entire thirty minutes we spent there. She didn'teven say anything when Ayane slid the door open, saw her, and backed outinstantly.I felt like she was watching me. Maybe it was wishful thinking -- no,I'm absolutely sure that it was wishful thinking.. No time for that shit, pussycat. Steve, untie that thing and get her tits out. I want to see how hard I can make a couple of Ds swing while I fuck her throat. Zoe struggled to back away, but Gregs hands held her firm. She felt Steves fingers manipulate the little bow between her breasts, then the hint of support from the bikini top give way as it slid off. She felt him kneel behind her, his chest and groin pressed against her back both in support and restraint. His hands didnt leave her front,. I wanted to know what he had captured, what he would be looking at later. I broke off from them, knowing the man was really no harm to my daughter; but also because I couldn’t watch any longer with out risking that my mind would paint a picture I wouldn’t be able erase. I texted Kate, where I would be waiting when she was ready to head home. The ride back wasn’t particularly easy. My daughter sat in the front, as usual, but this time sat cross legged as he texted on her phone. Fuck, I.