Subject 2 was a platinum blonde woman probably in her mid 30s and in her first photo she was immaculately dressed in a business suit. She looked vague...y similar to a customer that used to come into the restaurant. There were approximately 60 photos of her. In most of them she was hooded and tied to a wooden cross structure. Her smallish boobs were tied tightly and were whipped by both Lionel and Maria who were both dressed in leather. Her legs were spread and held there by some sort of bar and. I think I was embarrassed more than anything. After looking around the theater to see if anyone else could see us I looked at the usher. He held his finger up to his mouth in a shhh move an smiled. Then he bent his head down an whispered something to her. I couldn't hear what he said but she quit sucking his cock an looked up at him shaking her head yes. I got a good look at his cock an I won't guess how big it was but it looked almost twice as big as mine an I'm an honest 6 inches. He dropped. Chel can't help but smile back, damn he is hot and to make even a little bulge in his snow pants he must be equipped too. “Uh no, I'm set... got my laugh in for the day,” she adds with a wink. The sarcasm is heavy in his voice when he replies. “Haha very funny.” Chel realizes he is slowly shuffling closer to her, those ice-blue eyes filled with...? She couldn't put a word to it, maybe mischief and a kind of want, or hunger. She gasps in surprise when her back comes in contact with a tree.. “Picture that sight and never forget it.”Josh’s stare lingered on the tight-pressed pair of beach-ball bottoms, anuses both dilated and oozing a slow trickle of McClain semen. How could he resist reaching into the pocket of his crumpled trousers for his camera phone and clicking once? The music masked the sound of the snapped photo—and besides, it would give little away. An anonymous blonde and brunette, a pair of gorgeous thoroughly-used asses. There was no need to take this thing any further,.