Emily was scared and fretting, which madethe shoot ten times more erotic. She was completelyhumiliated to fondle her huge prick in front of usand I th...ught she would faint with embarrassmentafter she spurted enough cum to drown a raccoon.Andre caught every nuance. The 20 pictures that Iwould finally select for the first pictorial, I vowedto send to the Smithsonian. Those pictures would beat least as worthy as what happened at Kitty Hawk in1903.After the shoot, I had Emily sit in my lap as. As I moved to let my eyes follow what my hands already knew, I also saw your hand, shy and unsure. As my hand followed the curvature of one check to the next I heard a slight moan. Eager to find the reason for this moan, I moved my hand again. As it passed, the moan came again. As my hand explored the great hills of your behind, it was the valley that seemed to trigger the response. I traced through the valley to find a deep cavern. My fingers traced the outside of the cavern and the moans got. But I'd like to explain how I feel about it, and how it has been crucial in maintaining my own commitment to Brother Dexter as my spiritual guide and mentor.The first few times I went to do a libation I was extremely nervous, and even a little embarrassed, but Brother Dexter had a way of calming me. He assured me that I had nothing whatsoever to be embarrassed about in performing a libation. He explained that these moments that he and I spent together in private consultation was precisely what. Fucked like an animal. Clawed their backs. A blowjob? $100. Triple that for the pussy. Give 70% to the white man, or rather, the white woman. It was the way of the world for people like her, all the way down at the bottom. In Texas, with the Dixies, they took until nothing more could be taken. And she grew to love being taken. /oOo\ She started battling for supremacy. The dirty Navajo whore forgot who she was. The other bartenders, the other prostitutes, they grew to hate her. She started.