Why does he do that?”Her answer became the stuff of legend, “Because he can.”I shuffled forward and, plumbing in hand, I sprayed the dry, dusty ...round of our cave with a monsoon of yellow rain. The first moisture in more than a hundred years.Lighting a cigarette and holding my prick in my right hand, I glanced at my wristwatch. The time glowed a few minutes after 11:30 in the morning. Huh?We slept for less than three hours? Then I noticed the date in the tiny square on the dial’s surface. Holy. She licked, flicked, sucked, caressed, kissed...shit, she even talked to my cock telling it how beautiful it was. I like my cock and all but she made me take a second look as if I had been underestimating what I had. I won't make any claims my dick is anything special, but she thought so and it made a difference. She sucked it loudly without shame or sense of self-consciousness. When i was hard enough to cut diamonds, she slowly hovered over it and rubbed her literally dripping pussy over the. Deeper still we kissed, tongues dancing together, his large hands tracing their way over my hips and up towards my breasts, still encased in a lacy pink bra that barely held my breasts anymore. A small moan escaped my lips as Jack pulled my bra down and began to tease me, running soft fingertips over my nipples, making them harden even more than they already had. “I love your tits,” Jack said to me whilst kissing my neck, and I knew this was true. I could feel Jack’s cock getting harder. A double take, lifting her hands as she tilts her face closer to it as she holds the binder closer to the light, she realizes the photos are of a bound, naked, blindfolded woman. Flipping a couple pages, a couple more, the photos appear to be a series of the woman’s images as she’s being tortured. Another glance around as she feels her heart thumping in her chest, again flipping the lid open as she kneels, lays the top binder on the floor, she reaches in for the next album. Flipping.