I came all over the shaft, squirting on his legs, hearing steam come from them as the fire that ignited his life-force evaporated it. My eyes rolled b...ck into my head, and he grabbed my tits and did the same, squirting thick, gooey semen into my cavity. Next, he fell back, fists balled. I fell down, choking on my own spit that I coughed up from the sheer force of the orgasm. I regained my wit, and felt the cold once again. Standing up was regrettable, as a fountain of cum came trickling down. We were remarkably quiet once again, as if neither of us wanted to admit to anything. It felt tense, with only the occasional bit of chit-chat about traffic or weather.Once back at the Dawes residence, we split up after agreeing on tomorrow’s final trip. I was hardly back to my own quarters to change back to my butler uniform, when my phone rang again.Curiously, it was The Personalia. “Jeeves, can we ask you what you talked about in the car today, in both directions?”“A curious question.. Boy was I ever mistaken.The arrangement would cramp my style a bit. I was currently dating the wildest woman I ever met, Lila. She was an art major who rocked my world. She was a little shorter than I at 5'9 and volunteered to be a nude model at the art department. She worked at the local Hooters wearing those orange short shorts and skimpy white tank tops that really accentuated her 38C chest. We had dated for a couple of weeks when we started having sex regularly she was nearly insatiable.. "Because some of these are a bit," she opened the folder and looked inside, "revealing."Even without seeing anything I knew that we had entered a new stage in our two month old relationship. Until now all it had been was me perving at her while waiting for Smithy and talking about art and politics.I smiled and looked at the folder. "I'm sure I'll cope."She slid eight large black and white prints out of the folder and splayed them out in front of me.They were all of her in a studio with some.