Kat works for me, and sometimes Clarisse, who lives with me. Some of the other men and women in the Circle have also posed for me.”“Hi, I’m Clar...sse, twenty-three, Mike’s live-in lover, and a student at the local university working on my B.S. in management. I help run Mike’s photography business including managing the models that work and get paid by us. I may be the only person here other than Alice and Dori who can actually do a payroll without outsourcing any of it.” She gestured to the back. There I was. Gwen DiAngelo. My Italian mother gave me my massive chest: heavy and firm, Triple D, and swollen with pride, and an accent that took all my years of college to break. My Russo-Polish father didn't help since his family gave me large puffy nipples, pouty lips, and wavy red hair. My body, I've been told, is to die for. Narrow waist, wide hips that support a gorgeously plump ass, and long, long legs that end in cute, petite feet and toes that are perfect for high heels.I stepped out. "Ohh babydoll, I'malmost there, I want you to suck on my balls." She pulled her cock outof my mouth and it bobbed in the air for less than an instant before Icomplied. I latched my lips around one of her balls and rolled it in mymouth with my tongue. While I did that she reached down and startedstroking her cock. It seemed like just a couple seconds before she gavea groan and stepped back. I closed my eyes as I felt hot spurts of hercum splashing across my face. The smell of jizz filled. I grabbed one of her ever present scarves blindfolding her. Flicking her nipples with my fingertips I loved to watch her twitches of anticipation. I put the bottle to her lips pouring more bourbon down the hatch then took another swig myself. I got up taking the food and chopsticks setting them on her kitchen counter, glancing down at the chopsticks in my hand I thought I would bring them back over with me. She sat expectantly not having moved from where I left her. I came back over.