" You obviously enjoy breasts, I can see that from here. Want to see more? Is that what a mommy does?" The curved breast on my little screen became th... pink brownness of an erect nipple. "Does mommy’s boy like my nipple? You're becoming very excited, or at least, more than a number of men I've met - of your age.”“Oops! Shouldn't have said that. Really, it's a good cock." For this moment of embarrassment, I was rewarded with the camera zooming back to reveal the other breast.Much to my. ”She frowned, drew in a deep breath, and said, “Okay, but you can’t tell my husband and you can’t post them on the Internet either. So how many do you want and how often?”I had not expected that question from her but I quickly calculated in my head and said, “How about a hundred picture a week for ten weeks, at my house.”She said, “Okay. Will noon on Wednesday mornings be okay with you? I get my hair and nails done in the morning and I’ll look my best then.”I smiled and said; “Yes” then I left. Tom was a sleazy type of guy and at only 5'4 he clearly wasn't intimidating nor appealing to young women. He tried, bar after bar, to find a little slut he could take home and fuck but every time he was rejected. He was in his mid 40's and had never had pussy. Suicide had crossed his mind once or twice but then he started to get the idea to rape a girl. He liked the idea of forcing a sweet young thing down on her knees and making her suck his cock till he blew stream after stream of cum down. I didn’t really care if it was something she did on a daily basis. Right then I was moving slowly, enjoying the feeling of my dick sliding deep inside her and being squeezed by her internal muscles. ‘You caught me at my most vulnerable,’ she explained. ‘I know. But you looked so sexy lying there on the bed, I just had to take a chance.’ ‘And you’re a big bastard, too! Christ, you’re making me feel full.’ We stopped talking, preferring to kiss instead. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me.