" Once again Thomas shook his head. "What the hell just happened to me?" he asked in a harsher tone."A little adjustment, I would suspect." What the h...ll do you mean by a little adjustment?" asked Thomas. His stance had altered subtly in the time he'd been discussing the day his picture was taken."Just that. It's nothing really sinister," replied Alan. "Your mind and your body are a little out of sync and need to be realigned. You don't really to worry about it, Thomas. It's all perfectly. ” “None taken,” she said, glancing at the cleavage where her nightie had helplessly slipped down. “I know the girls can be a little distracting,” she said, tugging on the straps, a useless attempt to cover up, making her breast meat jiggle under the nightie, as I stood there fighting to keep my eyeballs inside their sockets.As I led her back to the door, she paused in front of the office, pointing to the camera on top of the desk.“Who’s the photographer?” she asked curiously.“Oh, that’d be me,”. I had given a few more blow jobs, but only a few. Now, I’ve had at least thirty dicks in my mouth and I just love it. I love the way they feel and I love the taste of their cum.” I asked her is the other girls usually gave the guys blow jobs. She said, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” So, I arranged to have the afternoon off on the day of the event. When my daughter and I arrived there were four men and five ladies. One of the new ladies had volunteered, just as my daughter had. The gown flowed to the ground as her frizzy hair bounced around her face. She stood before me, totally nude, her slender ebony body toned and perfect. Her tits barely dropped at all as the dress vanished, their soft firmness keeping them nice and perky. Adriana reached for my shirt then, and pulled it over my head. I let her take it off, then fumbled with my belt buckle. I yanked my belt off, but before I could unzip myself, Adriana's fingers brushed against my groin and undid my pants. She.