I took Bruce in my mouth and started slowly bobbing my head. He seemed to be enjoying what I was doing. I tightened my lips and continued to bob. Afte... about three or four minutes of bobbing I felt Bruce’s cock get even stiffer and knew he was about to cum. I readied my mouth and throat for his onslaught as best I could and braced for the rushing goo. When it arrived, it spewed across my tongue and slammed into the back of my throat. I couldn’t believe how forceful it was. The acrid peppery. I told him he’s crazy, but he’s usually a dynamo in bed for a while after the shoot and especially when the fliers hit the paper as inserts, so I let him have his fantasy. Joe thinks Jim has a constant erection when he’s taking pictures of me but I assure him that Jim is a professional and that’s just not true. Joe doesn’t believe me. Anyway, a few weeks ago, Jim called and said he has a problem and asked if I might help him. Jim does various types of photography ranging from family portraits. It’s fairly flat with spinifex.”“Right. And where are you?”“Pipeline Road, just northeast of Balcanoona Creek.”“Right. They’ll take off in a few minutes and should be there inside of a half hour. One of the men’ll be a medic. Over and out.”“Thanks,” said Mitch.“No problem,” said Sam. “Here’s an energy bar. You probably are real low now. By the way, I’m Sam and this is Tessa.”“G’day. What did I step into?”Sam looked. “Looks like a bilby tunnel to me.”“I thought there weren’t bilbies in South. "Hi there, Dirk. I came in to see if this new wife of yours looked like she would be as good fucking as your last one."Needless to say I went ballistic. Before I finished with Bob, he was lying on the floor by the door almost dead. He would have been if Liz hadn't stopped me. I looked at what I thought was a piece of shit and called his wife. "Rena, you come and get Bob and take him to the emergency room. If you need help, get some of his buddies. I want him out of here and it better happen.