The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not sure what to do, I...just keep licking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the first gush of fluid splashes into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm. She had our route all planned out; at each house she would pose either by the house name or number, or by her friends car registration plate. She would undo her buttons, I would get the camera ready, and then 'flash!', in every sense of the word! Under her black coat Sarah was wearing a pair of black heels, hold ups, and a black choker round her neck - good as her word, nothing else, which meant that her full figure with large boobs, generous belly and luxurious dark pubic hair was displayed to. "No!" I shouted. There were videos and forums. Stan was one of the popular ones. He had thousands of followers. His pictures were all over his main page. I clicked on the link that said videos. I couldn't believe it. There were hundreds of videos. The date ranging from the year we got married to yesterday. I wanted to puke. An email popped up. ‘I am truly sorry. I will not contact you again.'‘Wait, don't be a coward, you have gone this far. Tell me who you are and why did you tell me.' I. "Maybe not. But by the time morning comes, someone will be here," Emma informed. "If only to tell me where the bodyguard will be during the ceremony." "Yeah, that sounds about right," I played along with what I assumed was a joke. "It's not right, just...safe paranoia," Emma said without joking. "After that shooting in California yesterday? Can't be too lax in being prepared." "Hold on...no one here has been giving you that kind of vibe, right? No one in particular?" I stopped joking around.