It was only idle speculation. Except for a single seven shot sequence that arrived in one Email, the images were random. I assumed that the man who id...ntified himself as her husband was going through photographs he had on hand and sending whatever happened to strike his fancy. She is kneeling, ass on heels, blindfolded, naked but for sand colored high heels, hands handcuffed behind her back, seen from the side, one breast in profile, nipple erect. She is sitting on a leather sofa, naked, seen. ”“Curtis, where do you think you are going to stick that monster?” I asked while continuing to study his penis with keen interest and arousal.I have to admit, I was tempted to try to mount him again just to prove that the first time was not a dream or a fluke; that I really was capable of handling this much man. However, I also realized that I was going to regret this tomorrow. I was going to be a very, very sore little girl. I had already been stretched once beyond what I thought. His knuckles went white as he squeezed hard. His body became rigid as all of his joints locked in preparation for release.Jennifer knew he was about to blow. Her head dropped deep into Bailey's lap once again as she sucked him into the back of her throat."Yes! O God yes ... Ooo ... Ooooo," with a loud moan Bailey exploded. I could visibly see the waves of pleasure crash over him as his body shuddered in the driver seat.Jennifer's head jerked back a bit. Bailey's geyser of semen must have caught. I went over to the door and quickly located the door bell next to the number that had to be hers. I rang the bell and with a buzz, the front door opened. I swiftly made my way through the hallway and took the elevator to the third floor. Arriving there, I located her apartment to find the liquor store lady waiting for me in the door. She was till wearing the same brown pants and brown sweater she had been wearing earlier.“Come on in,” she smiled, and turned around. I followed her in, closing.