“You look so different with your new hairdo, we’re going to have to take another picture of you. Come down at 11 and I’ll do it for you.” “O...ay” I turned and began walking away. “Ms Grant.” “What?” “Your hair looks really good” I was surprised and just managed a nod before I continued on my way again. I felt good that morning. I received a few compliments, a few double takes and a few odd looks, but suddenly I’d ceased to be invisible. I found myself zipping through my work, everything made. ’ She closed her eyes as his erotic words flickered over her hungry body. So hungry. She wanted him. Needed him like she had never needed anyone else. His thrusts became more urgent. Less measured and less controlled. He pounded against her mouth without mercy and still she wanted more. All of him. Nothing less. The first jet of his release hit the back of her throat like a shock. For a moment she held it in her mouth, unable to swallow fast enough in her surprise. More spilled onto her tongue.. Then she pulled up my t-shirt and I did hers. And there they were, in their absolute glory! HER TITS!! I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing them.She let out a moan as soon as I grabbed those and I could see the change in her facial expressions. I couldn’t wait and unhooked the bra and freed those from their prison only to be caught by my mouth. I could only suck and squeeze those and it was very erotic.We were exploring each other’s mouth and when I decided to take her pants off. And then there. Apparently, he and Scotty’d discussed this while they were out eating together. “He wants to film us fucking?” I asked, and Dylan nodded down at my dick, licking his finger and moving it on my ass while his other wet hand moved slowly up and down my shaft. “Let’s cut it short tonight,” Dylan suggested, looking up at me apprehensively, worried what I’d say. “I was gonna suggest the same thing,” I agreed. “I love doin’ you, but I don’t like that your pervert friend’s listening through the walls.