With his strong hands resting atop her raised knees, she reached down and stroked it lovingly, marvelling at its punishing dimensions."My god, I so wa...t you inside me," she gushed, as if surprised by her own courage. "I don't know if I can handle all that, but I so want to try. I want it to fit; and as long as we're patient and take our time, I think it will," she said. "But even if I cry out, please promise me that you won't stop. Promise me that if I cry out that it's too big, you will keep. She had a glass of Coke in her hand but if memory served me well, it would have a healthy dose of rum in it. Suddenly our eyes met on the reflection of the bar mirror and her expression changed. She immediately got up and walked up to me. I turned as she approached me and was greeted with a slap to my face."How dare you walk out on me? I have been worried sick for the last year and you did not even have the courtesy of letting me know that you were alive and well." She shouted over the din of. In order to stop herself from thinking about Karen, and the wild, excruciating sexual explosions that were possible when they got together, she put on her Brandi video and watched Brandi showing off her muscles. She knew it would work, and it did. Along with a deep, throbbing, acute longing for Brandi, it aroused in her a sexual heat that allowed her to masturbate to another wonderful, stabbing orgasm in about five minutes.But when it was over, she seemed to feel even worse. She didn't know. The photographer arrived on time and immediately stated that I was beautiful that my outfit was perfect. He said he was leased with my appearance. It did not take long to end in bed with a few naughty pictures being taken. The photographer's compliments told me how beautiful I looked, how he liked my body and Cindy was such a turn on. Each compliment he said made me hornier.We spent the entire time in my hotel room. I had little sleep; with missing a few meals suddenly, I hit a low. I did.