’ ‘Sometimes,’ she replied, ‘But it’s not as satisfying. I can’t make myself be as rough to myself as I would want my lover to be.’ ‘D... you ever picture a fantasy lover.’ A little secret smile, ‘Of course.’ ‘Is it always the same person? Or different people?’ he wondered at the expression on her face as she looked at him, she looked much more focused than she had before, but he could tell from the glazed look in her eyes that the drug was still working. ‘Lately, it’s just been one person.’ she. He stood there in just his work boots and jockey shorts! I knelt at his feet and hooked my thumbs into the waist band of his jockeys, and slowly eased them down. His hardon sprang free and brushed my pouty lips. I lifted his boots out of the shorts and ran my hands over his muscular legs - his calves and thighs were like IRON! I felt his strong hand run up the back of my neck and through my blonde hair, his other hand pushing his cock to my lips. He groaned as his boner sank into my spit filled. “Mark, get the camera focused on my pussy and get ready for a few shots.” She relaxed back, smiling at the camera, her legs splayed and all her pussy and anus on view since her knees were raised. Then she reached down to her vagina and held the lips apart while she peed slowly, gently and steadily onto the robe-covered towel, smiling dirtily all the time at the camera for a set of most disgusting but wonderful shots. I'd been amazed and surprised earlier, but this was a whole different league.. The empty bottles bothered me, but I wasn't going to talk to her about it. I've done my share of drinking and it would seem hypocritical of me to accuse her of being an alcoholic. I was also scared of starting a fight with her. She tended to 'hit below the belt' whenever we got into a fight. She would bring up things that she knew bothered me -- my not finishing school, the kind of job I had, all my insecurities, threatening to leave, anything to get a reaction -- and use them against me in.