The damn ankle just gave way and when it did Alex tumbled to the surface, rolled on to her right side and she knew she was done for the day and for he... career. The doctor was summoned and after a cursory examination he confirmed her diagnosis and then the tournaments director had two men helped Alex down the tunnel and into her dressing room where the doctor wrapped her ankle in a soft cast and iced it down. The doctor looked at the ankle one last time and then shook his head in obvious. Without ceremony, he shoved that cock into my mouth and started pleasuring himself with my mouth. I closed my eyes and cried silently, the tears rolling down my face around the cock violating my mouth. He pulled out, and started rubbing his cock on my face, collecting tears on it, before he shoved it back into my mouth. I felt his hands grab my head and start pushing, then his cock pressed on the back of my mouth, making me gag on his cock. He just kept pushing however, and eventually he popped. I just smiled knowing that it was Natalie’s pussy hair and that I was going to keep it as a souvenir of the occasion. My wife had taken a dozen nude pictures of Natalie but she wanted me to take a few more. After all I was supposed to be the better photographer. I took about two dozen pictures of my lovely nude model from assorted angles both far and close.It was then time to download the pictures into my computer. For that my wife handed Natalie a thin short robe to wear. The robe was shear. They were both frantic for completion. He pulled the neckline of her dress down enough to bare her breasts and immediately caressed and squeezed her creamy flesh. Liana was trying to unbutton his shirt and she succeeded in ripping it open. She groaned into Dylan’s mouth as she felt his hard chest and taut stomach. Feeling bold, she lowered her hands and unbuttoned his trousers. Dylan moved down to suck her nipple into his mouth. She was arching up, allowing him greater access. He slid one hand.