Some of the legitimate catalog work involved things like sports bras and bikinis. At some point we began to consider doing exhibition work, which mean... dispensing with the bras and bikinis and revealing every detail of my nubile body. The money was better. Harry showed me samples of what we could do, mostly bare boob and bare bum shots. Nothing he showed me was in any way near explicit. Showing off my snatch was not on the agenda. At least not in good light.So we started. I loved it. I have. After a few minutes, even threw in a little rotation. His head fell back, groaning. He pulled her mouth back onto the head. She started bobbing back and forth. Her hands and mouth were driving him insane. His hands rested on the back of her head. He hunched his hips forward, pulled her head to him a little more with each stroke.Pretty soon he was pushing into her throat. Her tongue was lapping all around, like she couldn't get enough of his taste. She gagged and coughed, but kept going like a. By the time she got out of work she was beat and at this point didn't really know where to meet someone decent. When I told her she didn't have to find a boyfriend that why not just find a good time for a night, she had laughed asking me why I was so concerned with her love life.To that I came out with one of my standard bar replies. Telling her it was a shame that a woman who looked as good as her had no one at home to truly appreciate her and take care of her needs. That it was practically a. I whimpered. “So when I came in you the Tuesday morning...?” he asked.“I went to work feeling special. A bit of you inside me.”That image set him off. He thrust into me now without control, pushing hard, roughly gripping my hips. I could feel his cock jerking as he shot off deep inside me. “The way I treat you,” he said, grunted, then added, “pathetic.”“I’m coming,” I whispered, not caring how pathetic I was.He finished before me and stood up, leaving me moaning on the edge of the tub.“You.