I didn’t know you were a photographer. Like every girlfriend I’ve ever had, I have parts of my appearance that I don’t care for. Pictures scare ...e. I mean, I don’t even know how good a photographer you are, and a bad photograph is forever. I told you I would do it, anyway. I didn’t even know if you meant just pictures, or some kind of nude pictures. I didn’t know and I said, ‘Yes,’ anyway. You smiled. I took your smile to mean that you were glad I agreed, not that you were happy that I was. George then started thrusting hard into my pussy. So hard that he was propelling my whole body forward while he was guiding my mouth down over Patrick's cock. The thought of my husband forcing me to deepthroat this big black man who we had met but an hour before was erotic beyond measure, and I started cumming like crazy.George kept thrusting his own cock harder and harder, and Michelle with her two fingers still in my ass also started pushing me forward in rhythm with George forcing Patrick's. She picked it up as Brandon's eyes ran down her back and down to her perfectly rounded ass. Killer body, he thought. Something that made his groin groan and desire her even more. He took a couple of steps closer to her and watched her turn around and stop dead in her tracks. 'Move out of my way Brandon. You stuck your tongue down my throat once and i'm not going to let it happen again'. It was too late. Part desire and part rage had overcome him as he grabbed her and pushed against the wall,. With the door finally closed Jo looked at me. “Holy Shit. You weren’t kidding!” She said. “He is one hot guy!” I smiled. “Yup. He’s not too bad to look at.” ”Not bad? He is a fucking god as far as I’m concerned.” She paused. “Too bad he’s married.” “Who said that had anything to do with it?” I said. “You have got to be kidding me. Do you think he would go for that?” “He is the one who asked me.” “Are you kidding? Are you going to do it?” “Yeah, why the fuck not? I’m entitled. And besides, his.