This wasn’t our first argument. He made me crazy to fight with. We were both stubborn and would end up shouting in each other’s faces. The shoutin... never lasted long because our rage always turned to passion and some intense fucking ensued. I tried to explain that I understand he wasn’t cheating but it hurt. I wanted to hurt him back and it worked. He called me a slut so I replied with a swift slap across his face. Before I had a chance to realize what I had done, he had thrown me over his. Something then stung my back, between my shoulder blades, and that was when I lost all sense of rhyme and reason. I was floating in clouds of marshmallows, tasting the sweet torture as the whip flicked its way across my body. But, gradually, I became aware that the whipping had stopped and that my body was being soothed by something cool and calming. It took a few seconds to realise that there was more than one pair of hands rubbing cream into my burning body and that’s when I remembered our. She was moaning and almost crying with pleasure when he just pulled out. The look on her face was shock when he asked if he could come over to our room so he could really fuck her good. Tammy looked at me and said yes to him he didn't even get dressed as he came over to our room with his pants in his hand and his cock swing in the air. Tammy pulled her skirt of and handed it to me to put with her shirt. Now naked she had him sit on the bench she turned around and backing. A long counter was to one side and had 7 different cameras laid out. An assistant behind the counter was checking the stock of film and getting ready to reload each camera as it was used. On the opposite wall, another counter was stocked with drinks and food. It was definitely a first class studio.As Angel looked around, a woman walked up to her."Hello, you must be Angel. I am Joanne and I will be doing the shoot today," the woman said."Hi, yes I'm Angel. It's nice to meet you." Well Angel, I'd.