Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back a bit and turning it towards her, "Did you like my fuckin' man's cock you fuckin' white trash whore?" she as...ed me. Thinking for a moment, I thought it best I answer in a way I hoped she would want to hear. "Yes this fuckin' white trash whore loved your fuckin' man's fuckin' cock" I answered back. She let go of my hair and as I bent my head back down, "Here's for suckin' and fuckin' with my man" she said to me and a sudden blow to my cunt sent shock. ..candles lit with the essence of your favorite scent...cloth wrapped around your eyes blinding you from any possible sight being able to use only the other 4 senses...you feel my presence and aura in the room. From across the room I stare and admire your beauty. I come closer to you as you start to smell my masculine scent become stronger the closer I get to you, but not touching you. You feeling my presence surrounding you in anticipation of what I do next...slowly I lower my head closer to. Then her mind went through another train of thought, that he was a photographer, a professional one by the looks of the kit he had at his disposal and it was quite normal to have a series of topless photo's within a portfolio.Her mind began to feel more at ease as she imagined the stupidity of her angst, and she didn't have to keep the topless pictures in her portfolio if she didn't want to.Richie remained poker faced as her mind went through the thought process before she sighed to herself and. I should actually say sexy.She (blushing): Thank You. Did you like what you saw?Me: Yes, Those thighs were the best I have seen in my life, including all the heroines and modelsShe (Again blushing): Please stop exaggerating.Me: No, I am damn serious. I would do anything to touch those sexy thighs of yours.She: Thank you again. What else do you like?Me: Your ass. That’s the kind of an ass any man would die to have in life. You remind me of Mia Malkova when looking at your ass.She: Lol. Thank.