Hepulled out a camera phone, taking a few pictures and a video of her nudeform as she did her best to show off as much as she could. "My dick isspecia..., slave, because unlike other men's it can recharge instantly.Markus focused his mind, switching the mental buttons of his current dickto "high sensitivity" and "Unlimited cum" As he circled around Monique withthe phone, he instructed her to say "I'm a slut" over and over. So she did,while he held the camera in one hand and jacked off with the. " she whispered. Omari looked at Joi and smiled.Onyx slid off of the bed and picked up her purse, which was sitting on the nightstand. She pulled out 15 crisp 100 dollar bills and handed them to Joi. She turned to Omari and smiled."The extra $500 is a bonus. I'm hoping we can do this again some other time." Onyx said hopefully."That is something I would have to talk to my fiancé about. But you are most generous." Omari said diplomatically.Onyx nodded her acceptance and watched in lust as Omari. I wanted that dick more than anything and it created a life long desire, a life long need. Feeling it swell against my lips as I brushed my mouth and face against it. Taking in his manly scent, intoxicating and musky, as sexy as it is and as much of a turn on it is to have a beautiful cock in front of you, your pleasure or more specifically, your orgasm, is secondary to pleasuring that dick. Secondary to making that dick spit out it’s delicious white load. It turns out, nothing is more. She never dressed conservatively. Why should she? She knew she looked stunning when she was dressed up, so why dress down? She liked the attention she drew and she didn’t mind the odd dalliance now and then either. With the right man of course. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was a transvestite, quite passable with a convincing ‘Bonnie Tyler’ voice, but up close she could be clocked.She had an idea that the man pretending to read the paper and humming to himself was checking her.