Sammie helped me fit into the ‘sock’ and I looked at Dennis. “There’s a reason I don’t want my face in any shots.”He frowned. “Why on ea...th not?”And there was the problem: I couldn’t tell him. “It’s personal,” I said. “Maybe I shouldn’t be a model anymore.”“Well, you can’t back out on today’s shoot,” he said.I nodded. “They’ve already delayed the shoot for me.”“Exactly,” he said. “But, if you’re serious about quitting, we’ll discuss it later.”I nodded again and left to start the next set of the. “Then how about that little poker game?” My eyes shot wide open. “But I thought you didn’t think much of Jason?” Her giggle made me blush. “Who said anything about that big-headed jock?” “But who else? Just us two?” “No, there’s going to be somebody else alright, but definitely not a stupid male. Do you trust me?” “Of course, Mistress.” There it was, slipping over my tongue without any conscious effort of my own. “Then wait for the surprise. You might hate it at first, but I’m sure you’ll. And up. And up and up and up. At one point Erin’s feet are off the fucking ground. Trevor has never referred to his wife as the B-word before but he couldn’t help mutter aloud. “This bitch gettin’ fisted.”It isn’t even a proper sentence and he doesn’t care. All rules are off when your wife is being pussy-punched in half by her bestie full of your cum. All rules are off when you are having the fuck sesh of a lifetime. All rules are off when this bitch gettin’ fisted. Erin, who earlier felt like. "That's better". Did I hear approval in her voice?I can feel her presence. She is moving closer to the bed. Suddenly I feel her hand on the inside of my left ankle. Her hand slowly slides up the inside of my leg, gliding along my inner thigh. The sensation does not go unnoticed by my cock. It pulsates under my stomach.I let out a low moan when I feel her balls. She slides her hand up my ass, running her middle finger through my crack. Slowly applying pressure on my asshole causes me to suck in.