Her legs over my shoulders, I was now pounding her mercilessly. She was talking and screaming jibberish. A few words here and there. Her cunt was like...a faucet of her cum trickling onto the floor. The puddle was getting too big and her body was sliding around the floor as we fucked. I slowed the pace and told her to get on top. She was coming back to earth now but still in a daze. She climbed up and slowly sat down on my cock. She looked me in the eyes and said "No man has ever made me cum like. Oh, by the way, we developed the pictures, and they came out perfect, and they show your face, clearly." I started to say that I hadn't assaulted her, when she stated that the pictures certainly appeared that way, and then asked me who the courts were more likely to believe, especially in light of the photos."You may begin by taking our shoes off and smelling our sweaty feet." Jessica demanded. The girls were wearing old sneakers, and dirty socks. It was about ninety degrees outside, and it. On some days it looked like he took the photos in a dressing room at the mall. She always either had her mouth stuffed with his thick veiny cock or was sucking on his enormous balls, as she directly looked into the camera with her beautiful blue eyes. Sometimes her make-up was a little messy as if she had cried before, but she did not look sad on those pictures, merely the opposite.It twisted my stomach as I scrolled through their messages and my eyes filled with tears. It felt just so surreal. He whispered for me to raise my hair. He reached around me and fastened a collar around my neck … like theirs. The team and I were standing before the rest with the barest amount of cloth around our hips and bare breasted … or chested in Adam’s case.I reached up and touched the collar. It produced a strange sensation to be wearing a collar. Sylvia broke my inner thoughts and feelings.“I love it! Very suggestive, very erotic, very inviting. Please explain your thinking, though.”Amy nodded down.