Rob thought of the bullets and the word 'hold' almost the precise instant the man was pulling the trigger. Then he thought of the man and the word 'do...n'. It was amazing to see two heavy caliber bullets suspended in air and a man lying down on the smooth rock floor writhing as if he had been shocked by a Taser gun."Who is he?" Rob asked as he and Dale carefully approached the downed man."Vyagar, who is this guy?" Dale inquired echoing Rob's question to the AI."You said to look for a suitable. She stroked her hands up and down on the shaft she couldn't suck."Keep going, my little white slut. You've got a lot to learn if you want to be as good as that blonde whore Mona!" Marc observed.She looked up at him sharply at his words. They sparked something inside her. She'd always been so jealous of her sister-in-law. Mona was taller, bustier, leggier... The list went on. She was going to even the score, and she knew just how to do it. She pulled her hands away from that huge black cock and. She squeezed her arms together, and checked her appearance in the mirror. Perfect; her nipples and dark areolas were exposed above the lace. Then the crotchless panties. Once they she had them on, she sat on the edge of the bed, and examined between her legs with a hand mirror. Her pussy was smooth; she had shaved earlier that morning. Opening her legs wide, her wet slit was visible; the darker red of her opening, the bud of her clit, even her pee hole could be seen clearly. She was tempted to. They thought that if I liked one of the schools I could stay with Brad and they could skip the cost of room and board.Although he was shooting for a studio downtown, Brad had his own photography studio in the old house he was renting. He would ask me to help him when he was shooting nudes so that there would be another girl in the studio. When I told Brad that I thought his models were gorgeous, he just said that was why he was photographing them. He then said that I had nothing to be ashamed.