I free myself and let myself go to you. You suck me, sometimes play leaving me free, sometimes grazing my masculinity, sometimes by fiddling with ever...thing. Your eyes your smile, when I let out my enjoyment, my spurts come flood your face, your hair, your mouth. You continue to knead my balls with agility and suck me ... You are beautiful and covered. You collapse on the bed, spreading my juice on your skin, even enjoying licking it. I lift your thighs and slide my head into them again; give. Sam bent over the bar, laying her arms flat on it, her forehead resting on the back of her hands. I stood back and pulled her thong aside. With the piece of underwear leaving just a big enough gap, I made myself hard, lined up and slowly slid my dick inside her. She moaned, even though it was just the tip, and the moaning continued as I went in further. Three quarters of the way in, I let go of myself and took hold of her hips with both hands, pulling her towards me to cover the final two-ish. Hanging on the wall beside the calendar, were three photographs of Candice, all taken when she wasn't aware that she was being photographed. One was a full-length shot as she walked across a shopping center parking lot, showing how fantastic she looked even in casual clothes. Another photograph showed her stupendous body wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini as she watered the flowers around the privacy of the farmhouse. And the third, was a close-up photograph of her beautiful face - smiling as. A moment later, a commanding voice came from an unseen woman."Slave K, you confirmed slave L was present, without doing anything to arouse suspicion?"After a moment, slave K nodded as vigorously as the posture collar allowed, jerking painfully on her clamped nipples."Lie. You will punish yourself when we get home."Too late, the now-terrified slavegirl noticed the tiny mark on the crash helmet she had worn - clearly a concealed camera with which her Mistress had observed her every move,.