" She laughed.Ida said "Sylvia, you don't have to stay outside the door. I know we are going to have sex sooner or later, despite what I told your mom... I can totally feel it, can't you? If you hear us with those lovemaking noises, my door is open for you. Do I need to be more clear?"I was in the kitchen, just moving stuff around. I wasn't quite sure what to do next. Of course, I was listening for sex sounds, even though I was trying to pretend that I wasn't. I hadn't had any sex, except for my. She even moved slightly more closer making my elbow moving on her bust. This went on and I enjoyed it completely.Her eyes were getting closed when I pushed a little more than usual in her boobs.I became so hot I wanted to kiss her but controlled my self just saw she fell asleep hence I got closer to her and planted a kiss on her forehead.After a while, I saw her hand moving on my thighs I loved the feeling acted as though I was asleep. She touched my penis from above not really pressing but. The husband had her pose in different, but certainly not unusual, poses. He called his work art photography because it was in black and white with shadows of different intensities crossing over Carol’s body in just the right places. I was shown several of the art pictures as well. The husband told Carol that she was a natural model with a photogenic face and body. “But wouldn’t he say things like that just to encourage you to continue and maybe do more risqué photos?” I asked, beginning to. He immediately forced his cock down my throat while firmly holding my head still in his hands. His cock wasn't yet fully erect but it was already difficult to take all the way down and it seemed to get bigger with every thrust into my throat. I started to gag on his cock. He was definitely enjoying the sight of a depraved sissy faggot choking on his dick. "Ha-ha that's it, bitch. Choke on it. That's what you like isn't it? That's what you came for, huh?" I couldn't really respond with him.