We went to a huge school with over 500 students so I had to ask around on who Brad was. After about a week this guy came up to me in school and said I...heard you were looking for porn. Are you Brad I asked, he said yes. If you want porn be at my house around 3 and he gave me his address which was only about a mile from my house. When I arrived at Brad's house there was no small talk he asked right off what kind do you want. While walking to his room he said he worked in a video store and. Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough. No one else is going to say anything. No one else is going to do anything. Enough. My chair scrapes back, much more loudly than I had intended. And everything else falls silent. The bark of chair legs across tiles has caught Croc Shoes’s attention and even the fake ‘everything is normal’ conversations at the other tables are now unsustainable. I am quite unused to confrontation. Violence is a stranger but even I am the beneficiary of millions of years. The tiny buzz from our mutual toy was nearly drowned out by the smacking sound of our bodies with each thrust. And that was nearly drowned out by her moans. "I'm gonna cum soon," I managed to pant out. "If you want it anywhere but in your pussy, you better tell me right now!" "No, wait - you probably shou..." she started to say. But it was too late. A deep, true groan pierced the room. My body seized with the biggest orgasm I'd ever felt as I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, and slammed. The shoot lasted several hours and when it was over, Jim gave me a check and said we might have to reshoot a few poses depending on the client’s review. In fact, Jim called the next day and asked me to come in the following day to shoot some additional scenes with a male model. When I protested he said the client loved the pictures and raved about how sexy I looked and specifically requested me for the layout. I told Jim that I had to talk to Joe and would get back to him. Joe had mixed.