Stripped to my boxer briefs I suddenly felt very exposed and a little apprehensive of what was to come. Nat readied her cameras and adjusted the light...ng. She asked me to get on the bed and began by taking simple shots of my back, thighs, calves and stomach, casting shadows over my body for effect. She seemed to be focusing on the muscles and the way the correctly-angled light danced off them.“Do you mind if we try something different?” she asked.“Not at all,” I replied, watching her open a. I clapped my hand over it and whispered in her ear.“Shh, the audience will hear you.”“What the hell are you doing? You can’t do this! This is ... this is...”“A forced conversation with my wife!” I finished grimly. “You were determined you weren’t going to talk about what needed to be discussed. So I’ve forced the issue.”“Get me back up there, you lunatic!” she shouted in a whisper.“Relax, you have twenty eight bars before you play again. I can get you back up in one second. And down again. I. Then he put her mouth over the tip and she sucked and licked as he began to drip cum. She kept him licked clean and then he grabbed her by the hair and shoved more cock in her mouth and began to fuck her mouth moving his cock in and out and every so often shoving more cock in her till she gagged. She had her mouth open wide to take the width of his hard cock and he kept mouth fucking her. He had eight inches in her and she was not gagging as much and he knew if the more times she sucked him she. . Oh would she have LOVED it! Heather then looked at me, wondering why I was speechless. She waited another minute and said, "Oh and I just LOVE your lingerie, very sexy!! It must be Donna Karan, like your lace stockings, I just think they are soooo pretty!" She gushed. To add even more insult to my injury. " Just wait till I'm done with you Missy, you'll be so silky that your boyfriend will be ALL over you!" she cheered. I was so sad, I wanted to cry. How will I ever live like this for.