As I did this, I pulled the curtain just hard enough to pull it from the wall and thrust my hips toward the opening just enough for my cock to be in v...ew. Barb took a deep breath as her eyes went directly to my hard tool. She repeated her words and as I told her that was fine, I reached down and gave a quick stroke to my cock as if I was soaping it.Knowing she was watching, when I finished, I threw open the curtain and dried off in full view, never looking at the mirror that I knew she was. That in part because both his parents and mine had died together in an auto accident the night of our common graduation from high school. That particular tragedy had forced us to lean on each other for some time. His parents had left him money, a lot of money, and he didn’t blow it. He’d been raised right. Mine had left me little insurance too, but nothing like my bud’s fortune. But, I was able to get a job almost immediately which insured that I’d be able to take care of my eighteen year old. Completely at their mercy, they would force her to take turns sucking each mouth-watering cock, all the while coaxing her on with lewd comments that became increasingly more and more degrading.Leaning back in her office chair, she danced on the end of her finger, imagining their hands stoking those magnificent cocks, their bodies stiffening, and then, oh God, here it comes, great spurts of cum arching through the air, splattering on her face, her hair, her breasts, drenching her with all that. ” Like an exuberant teenager, she then bounded on to the bed and sank into the depth of the covers. I made my way over and perched on the end of the bed. Emily was not wrong; it was very comfortable. “How is the shoot going?” I asked. “I imagine it is a lot of hard work.” Emily smiled, pulling her slender, olive legs sideways under her. “Really well, thanks. It can be hard work, yes, but I really enjoy it,” she replied. “What do you enjoy most?” “The money,” she replied, almost immediately,.