"This counts as nude."The hour went fast, they took a break with some herbal tea and then another group of men arrived and they did another hour of sn...pping and posing, some of it with the shirt in her hand. By lunchtime, Astrid had made $200 and was tired of smiling. Her art teacher took her to lunch at a small Italian place."Will you do some porn?" he asked after they were served."Maybe, hardcore?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She had done it off and on for her father and his friends. Dragonmage, but my friends call me Misty." "Hi I'm Don and this is my good wife Melinda." The handshakes were firm and purposeful. "Please take a seat, while I explain the procedure to you." She waved towards two chairs across her desk. "Would you like a coffee before we start?" "I'm too excited for coffee I'm afraid." Melinda giggled. Drss.Dragonmage smiled. "That's perfectly natural, after all it is your first time. Now as you already know we aim to ensure that the host is as perfect a match. .but as long as Michelle was there, my cock belonged to her and nobody else could touch it. Although Michelle got her thrills from teasing the hell out of all of us like that, and then reaping the benefits in the bedroom later, she had no problem letting her friends "borrow" me when they were in need and the opportunitypresented itself. In other words, when she was otherwise unavailable. As you can imagine, there were many times that I actually hoped for conflicting schedules to create these. She started paddling me again, harder this time, making me cry out after each stroke. When she finally stopped, my bottom felt like it was on fire. Alysia pointed to the end of the bed. "I want you to kneel and bend over the end of the bed." There was a padded kneeler, like the ones in church, but a higher, at the end of the bed. I knelt on it and bent over. The kneeler was high enough that my bottom was pushed up when I bent over. Alysia went to the umbrella stand, took out a rattan cane and.