Tim became my personal photographer, and we began our rise in themodeling scene. After awhile, we were able to open our own agency, andmake it succes...ful. As I said earlier, I still model occasionally.Nowadays, though, I'm more into passing on what I've learned to youngerand newer talents. There's one last tale to tell in my story. I became pregnant about fiveyears into our marriage, when we'd become successful enough that I feltI could take the time off and be with a child. My pregnancy. Curling and licking her tunnel, she squirmed and moaned louder as the hand holding her moved to squeeze one cheek of her rear as his fingers began playing with her as his tongue lapped up her over active juices. I need a man who is not afraid to leave welts as he rains down punishing lashes upon my bared buttocks as I scream my pleasure at each painful flick of contact. Someone who will wrap his hand around my slender throat and gently squeeze as he turns me around to face him, his free hand. Lori was shoving it into Val and telling her to take it you black cock slut like you did in the hot tub." Obviously she had told her mom more details than she admitted to me.On the table next to the bed was the empty drink containers. I had mixed enough to last the weekend. They had finished it all and were drunk beyond belief. Here were the two people I know to be the most straight laced, proper ladies around acting like common sluts. My cock was rock hard and I took it out. Lori looked down. ." More back rubs. "Ilias? Tonight in bed, why don't you take some extra time to notice Abby, pet her, make love to you if you can. I think she would really like that."I wiggled under the pleasure of the massage. "You sure Sheffie? It's your turn tonight, and with all the work going on, I've been neglecting you and Michal as much as Abby."The back-rub continued, but Sheffie also bent her head down to my butt and gave me a quick sharp nip with her teeth. I blinked in surprise. "Yeooow! Is there.