If he hadn't seen me I could have walked away with an illicit peek to savor during quiet moments alone. But I was too slow, or he was too fast, and ju...t before I passed by and that thrilling moment became a secret snapshot, mine and mine alone, he looked up.The expression on his face was calm, unconcerned. It told me he was in no hurry–not to close the door, not to cover himself, not to finish–and the frisson of that moment, of seeing while being seen, etched every detail of the scene into my. It is Mr Burgess. My knees tremble. I feel I might climax as I stand there, without even touching myself.I need to do something, but I don’t know what. I should give him something worthwhile to look at.I pick up a tea towel from the little balcony table and I start rubbing the glass, pretending to be cleaning it. I stay where I can monitor his reflection, trying to see what he is doing. I undo the buttons of my shorts so that they are loose on me. I stretch up, polishing the glass. The process was repeated on my left shoulder, first the antiseptic andanaesthetic wipe then the drilling of the little needle into my flesh.This one hurt a bit more than the first one had, as I was not as paddedon my shoulder as I was on my bottom. Again it took Bob about an hourto complete his task as my future husband looked on approvingly.When he was finished he told me to turn over and lie on my back andpull my panties down a bit on the left hand side. I did as he told meand he quickly got. All he had to do was push forward and my vagina would be penetrated by my first black cock. I felt a rush of my juices leak down over my butt hole and drip onto my sheets. My white cunt was ready for the onslaught of his black meat. "Wait Jerry, hand me my phone from the nightstand. I want to record my first black cock. I want to watch it disappear into me." Jerry had this cocky little smile as he handed me my phone. I set it up to record and Jerry moved his cock to my pussy and did the slit.