No more sharing with strangers.Candy was unlikely to be the girl's real name. Judging from the hue of her skin, the girl came from a southern country�...�possibly one of those where Lance's colleagues bought time-shares—so her name was probably something like Juanita or Fatima or Francesca.She wasn't quite the best flesh that money could buy. She wasn't exactly slim, although no one could describe her as fat. She was just above five foot tall. One eye was slightly squinted. Her bosom was no better. She was rewarded with a hiss of breath; clearly the sudden change hurt him.Jerome tried to pull back, but it was too late to stop. He pumped feebly into her, still stretching her more than any man before but no longer enjoying the full heat of her core around him, and groaned loudly. Sarah barely held back the urge to laugh as she felt his cum spurt inside her, warming her mid-thrust instead of as the white-hot explosion he’d been building up to.Ruining a man’s orgasm was a trick she hadn’t. Sissy was still a little trembly and I worried some that she might cut me.But she soon settled down and very carefully she started removing my pubic hair. It tickled. I had to force myself to sit still so Sissy wouldn’t nick me. I’ve seen your father after he nicked himself shaving his face. I didn’t want that to happen to my tender parts.The first part, the top, was not a difficult task except for the matter of me moving. When we got further between my legs, Sissy was being extremely delicate. I walked back upstairs. I wanted to take a picture of her like she was, but I knew she would never allow it. But then again, she was all tied up and couldn't really resist. I would love to have a photograph of her like this, so that I may use it when I fantasize about her, and masturbate. I got up on the bed, in between her legs, and opened a tube of lubricant. I spread some all over my right index finger, holding it up so she could see it. She knew in a few seconds that it would be up her.