She was only wearing stockings now, and she couldn't see how serious his face had become. He took her hands and bound them with a thin rope. Tight eno...gh to restrain without hurting. He eased her onto her back and tied her hands to the bed frame behind her head. He sat back for a few seconds, knowing his cock was throbbing already. He could just fuck her now. Just climb on and bang that pussy hard. But he wanted to savour this.He began kissing her stomach first. The gentlest of contact. Then. But I understood his plain words and took his shiny, slimy tool between my lips and began to suck away the cum that hadn't stayed inside of me. It didn't taste bad. As I would learn, cum never tastes bad.When his cock was clean and dry, he dressed without a word and went to work. I went back to bed and slipped my hand inside my vagina. It was still gooey with his cum and damn, I liked it. I rubbed myself to an orgasm and fell asleep. About an hour later, Mom came home and the sound of the front. I ran my hands through the rough, curly black woolen hair. Our lips met again, and Mr Laurence moaned.I moved a bit away, undid his belt, and let the pants, which had now lost any semblance of a crease, fall around his ankles. He was wearing boxers under them and the cock was now easily grasped by me. it was real thick, and long, about 8". Mr. Laurence undid my jeans, and slipped them over my beautiful buns. The jeans fell to my ankles, and Mr. Laurence touched my white cotton briefs, slid his. Although, I do wish my breasts were slightly larger than 34C. Even though I feel secure with respect to my body, I am very nervous with what I am about to do. With that thought I have taught myself to work through any anxiety and do what you have to do. This is important for me and my marriage. The studio is in a strip mall and I quickly notice the sign "John’s Photos For All Occasions". Slowly I approach the front door ready to turn around. Working through my fear I try the front door but it.