It wasnt about the money though. The knowledge that she was getting men off, that they were looking at her body as she stripped for the camera, played...with herself, inserted whatever they asked into her soaking wet pussy&hellip, It had taken a few dates to admit to Mark what she did. Shed been delighted when he wasnt shocked or offended, just intrigued. And that night, when theyd made love for the first time, theyd done it for the camerabeing careful to hide Marks face, of course. As a. “Did you think that I would care about the pictures you took? That I would care what people would think about me?”I closed my eyes and sighed, remembering the certainty I’d had about my magnificent plan, how sure I was, how wrong. The seduction, so calculated, so considered. A rich older woman in a hotel bar, a simpering college girl, discovering her sexuality, nervous, naive, willing to do things that would seem unconscionable to the exclusive circles in which Ms. Hunter moved. And the hidden. Then as her orgasm was wracking her body, she started gushing from her pussy, squirting all over my face. She had to push me away to give herself some time to recover from that, and we lay next to each other, just catching our breath when Lisa leaned over to me and said while trying to catch her breath, “where did you learn to do that? That was amazing, I've never cum like that before.” I smiled and said, “I learned it a few years ago, and just learned to follow the signs a woman was giving. When we got back I asked my wife if he had said anything about me that night. She said he was worried that I was going to be very upset. I asked her if she wanted him to fuck her again that night and she said “sure”. The plan was I would go to bed early again leaving them some time alone and then I would sneak back out and watch the two of them together again. Well evening came along and I said I was tired and was going to bed. I had opened the curtain in the trailer just enough so I could see.