The makeup man that had been giving her touch ups all morning long left her with a soft kiss on the cheek and a large bag of cosmetics for her to use....She thanked him. He looked so sad when he left.Soon it was just Alex, Mr. Smith and a new photographer. He wasn't as nice as the first one and was touching her privates and making her do things she didn't like. Mr. Smith saw him and didn't stop him, so she let him, even sticking things inside of her anus and opening herself up when he told her,. Saying this, she pushed me to the bed.She started removing her saree and I was amazed by seeing her body. It was so perfect like it was sculpted by God himself. Here she was, my angel, only wearing a bra and a pantie. Seeing this, my rod started struggling to get out of my pants and it was hurting me. She could see the tent in my pants.“Looks like Jr is waiting to be freed from his shackles”, she said. And she started removing my pants. Meanwhile, I removed my t-shirt. As she removed my. Gary got home late, as was usual during that time. We had a nice dinner with the kids before putting them to bed, and I told him that I raised three hundred dollars for the school at the bake sale. I knew that he would then want to eat me out, as was his habit, and I somehow took pleasure knowing that he would unknowingly be swallowing the remnants of Jeff’s cum. I didn’t shower after Jeff and I fucked, although I did wipe my pussy and inner thighs with soap and water. But without a douche bag. We both stood, and she helped me to dry. She wouldn't let me dress but led me into her room. "I'll teach you how to have intercourse," she said."Teach me?" My chest was frozen with a longing I'd never known and little understood, and all the fear just washed over me. I'd heard low-class Colored men say "motherfucker," and I had some idea that it was supposed to be a really bad thing -- like the worst thing that a guy could do. But I was excited, and I pretty much gave myself over to her. She.