With my legs apart it's obvious my pussy is split open, and you can either see my labia hanging long and stretched on either side of my gash or pushed...together and looking like narrow fingers between my thighs. Yet the rest of the photo is just me, my normal self, maybe a bit disheveled and my bra is a bit messed up.Partial payment includes these photos too. The more explicit and obscene, the better. And in exchange for every five sets of photos I get one play session from him. He's a wiry guy. . no one. I work at Big Valley Box. I'll need to let them know what happened to me." We'll look after that for you. What about friends. Whom should we contact?"I gave them Johnny Gordon's phone number and then, I knew there was one other person I need to inform."Please call Mrs. Yolanda Michaels. She lives on St. Mary's Road. She'll be in the book," I gasped, having used up just about all the energy I had."Fine. We'll have someone contact them. In the meantime, the good news is that you seem to. I'm going to give you so much jizz.”“Do it!” panted Skylar.I shuddered and slammed down her girl-dick. My clit pressed into her pubic bone. The pleasure sparked through me. A wonderful tsunami of rapture that slid through my body. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on the blonde's futa-dick while Raquel reamed me.“Shit!” Yen moaned, her small tits quivering as she fucked my mouth, driving her girl-dick to the hilt in me. “Yes, yes, suck hard, slut!”“Cutie!” Skylar. When I arrived I met the owner of the home and possibly my future landlord. He was in his early 60s, clean cut and had done well for himself in the business world. As he gave me a tour of the grounds and the guest house available to rent, he interviewed me. What were my ambitions? Goals? He wanted to be particular on the person who would have access to his gated property. This was understandable, but the more we talked the more he seemed impressed. Then came the numbers talk with all the terms.