Then my tongue took control, I started at his sack and licked all the way up before popping him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and t...isted my hands around his shaft, keeping this up for a good minute. "You're going to make me cum," he moaned loudly. I stopped before he could and began removing my lingerie. "Everythings in my purse." He didn't say anything, he just picked me up, sat down on his computer chair, and positioned my legs over the arms of the chair. Then he leaned. "That's it faggot. Get that load prepped and ready for delivery."He pulled back briefly, but only long enough to take aim at my mouth with his arrow. "Spit on it boy, get it nice and lubed up cause I'm gonna fuck your throat like a $2 whore."Again grabbing my head firmly between his strong hands, he buried his cock straight down my throat, his big dickhead plowing through my tight windpipe till I thought his cock was buried clear into my lungs, his pubes tickling my nose and his balls snug up. "Good evening," the young blonde beamed. "Are you here for an appointment?" Oh, goodness, no," she fumbled with her purse. "I just saw this advert in the paper today and I was wondering..." she paused and suddenly looked about to see if any one else was listening. She and the blonde were the only two people visible in the building. "I'm sorry," she continued in a lower volume, "I was wondering if your studio did any... um... nude photography."The blonde stiffled a giggle and just gave a small. I thought she would make me a wonderful wife and I wanted her. She was quality and I loved her. The sex was good, straight forward stuff like the missionary position, some doggy style and good head. She had a pretty pussy with long black bushy hair on it, reminded me of Don King's hair but it was adult and a real turn on to me. The pussy lips were dark with a colorful pink middle when parted and I could suck her pussy and nibble on her ass cheeks for hours, no problem. Lady Dee didn't have.