Without another word he pulled me into his chest, his muscles becoming rigid and his strength holding my tight. Our lips met and my hands ran wildly t...rough his curly hair. He grazed my inner thigh with his hand, startling me. I pushed my body into his feverishly, craving his touch. A wicked smile broke through his lips. The power was in his hands. “Oh, do you want that?” he stated coyly. “Yes, yes please,” I moaned trying to close the distance between my wet pussy and his touch. His fingers. The first thing he did was to grab my towel and pull it away. I walked upto him and crouched down. I held his shorts and pulled them down, letting his cock spring out.I began playing with his cock slowly rubbing on it from the base to its tip, stroking it nice and slow. He touched my lips, and I knew what he wanted.I opened my mouth and took his cock in it. I began sucking it, and tickling its tip with my tounge. If his moans are of any indication, it was that Vijay was loving it.He pulled it. She could feel the heat between her legs rise to her swollen breasts and her firm nipples. Reluctantly she opened the A4 envelope and pulled out the photographs the first ones were her tweaking and pinching her nipples, rubbing her pussy lips , her clit, finger fucking her wet pussy one finger, two, three , four, then her bent over being fucked from behind in the darkroom. Oh god. A note from the young black man. She read it hardly believing the demands it made. Strip. Remove all your clothes.. "On the street, you want to avoid fluids. You're not macho; if someone spits at you, treat it like she fired a bullet at you. Try to get out of the way. A lot of the girls spit. Everyone does, now and then, though. You'll want to think long and hard about touching someone who's bleeding." AIDS," I said, nodding.He snickered. "AIDS, Hepatitis, mono, valley fever; there's a dozen things you can catch. Better not to."I looked at him thinking it wasn't that important. Instead, he thumped his.