I felt too weak to fight him as he untied and turned me on my stomach with my face facing sideways. He tied me again, hands and legs spread wide apart...and although I could have objected, fought or at least took my blind fold off, I stayed still. My heart was still racing from the orgasm I had just had when I felt a wet finger push slowly into my ass. I panicked. I had never had anal sex before and from what my friend Joanne had told me, it was very painful the first few times. So I tried. I take the cue and slide her pants down just far enough to expose her well trimmed bush. My tongue dances around her clit. With each of her moans I become more and more aroused. My cock is straining in its cage, trying ever so hard to stand erect. Her intoxicatingly sweet aroma pushes me deeper in frustration as my tongue probes her hole. She rhythmically thrusts her hips in time with my tongue licking her lips. She interrupts, "you need to clean my ass too".Without hesitation, I reposition. "But my mother was a heartless wench who I had caught sleeping around with strange men. My father was a drunken bastard who constantly hit me and called me really mean names. I never forgave either of them for that and that was the true reason why I left. Now all I did was kill people for money. Today however, I had no work. I was walking in some woods with rain pouring down on me. My long black hair was soaked and stuck to my face. I was wearing a red tunic and black pants. I felt like I was. Je parel. Langzaam gaan je benen open. Je hart bonkt in je keel. Voor het eerst heeft het publiek op deze manier dit zicht op jou. En toch stel je er niet eens vragen bij. Net zoals bij mij heeft je lust het ook overgenomen van je schaamte. Eigenlijk daarnet al, bij de eerste tafel en het voelen van de vingers diep in je. En verdomme wat was het net frustrerend om mijn paal zo pardoes uit je te voelen glijden. “Alles voor de foto” allemaal goed en wel maar de zin bij jou om gewoon lekker.