"We'll save this for last," he said. For an hour, I meticulouslymassaged the fragrant oil into his skin, shedding my own clothes andpressing my body n...xt to his. Our two bodies slid erotically againsteach other, and he was finally stiff as he had been at the start of theevening."Wash it off. The oil may not taste good," said Brad. I soaped his dickand balls, rinsed them and dried them."Now, wash them again, with your tongue," he said. I began with theunderside of his balls and slowly licked. Or at least she hadn’t before I passed out. Still, the sight of it made my asshole pucker tightly. She handed the larger rubber dick to Billy as she spread her legs and used two fingers to part the saggy loose flaps of flesh from her pussy hole. “Now Billy, I want you to stick that dildo into your aunt Stacy,” she said calmly. Billy’s prick was standing to full attention as he advanced toward her moist orifice. He placed the tip of the plastic rod to her hole and looked to Stacy for approval.. " Mistress leans behind her and presses down on Ashley's stomach, exacting just enough pressure on Ashley's bladder to send a sharp reminder of pain up her ribs. Ashley quickly lowers her hips. "Ohh, do you need to pee already?" Mistress asks, cutely. "Yes, Mistress," jumps Ashley's reply, almost desperate. "Then you better be good, and not give me a hard time anymore." Ashley tries to refocus her mind from her aching pussy to Mistress' soaking cunt, still being played with, relentlessly.. Or did. I thought it would be a great money-making thing, but the guys just made copies of them. Making money off of photographs is hard, because unless you charge a bunch up front, you never see your money’s worth. People make copies on their printers at home, or they scan them in and put them on disk, then take them to the drugstore and make copies. I’m not ashamed of the photos, but I’m kinda upset that I can’t make more money with them. And yeah, I do the private dances. That’s something.