"Rise up a little" he ordered and I moved up a bit higher when he again slapped my face hard. "So you'd like to be my whore wife" he said and again sl...pped my face hard. Looking at him' "Yes I'd love to be your whore wife" I answered back and again another slap. "You'd do whatever I commanded?" he asked "Yes" I replied and another slap followed "Is that how you answer me you fuckin' whore?' he then asked. Looking at him intently' "Yes master, this fuckin' whore would love to be your fuckin'. ” “I will be there, the photos are all so beautiful. You have talent!” I reply. As I come to the clearing I look around. I picture where the photographs have been taken from. He must have a telephoto lens as they were taken from the other side of the river. I feel more at ease. I set up my towel, apply lotion and start reading. “Bing.” My email sounds.“Glad you came back and equally glad you like my photographs. Would you like me to take more?” He asks. “This is really weird, I don’t usually. She would go from gasping for air on her back to sitting up quickly and grabbing the black guy by the shoulders. What I liked the most was that he didn’t even break stride for any of it. He just kept on giving it to her, no matter what she did. He had his hands on her hips and just fucked her old school! This is right about where the moaning got the loudest and Maggie seemed to be out of control with either pain or pleasure. The guy finally came all over her chest, and like a good boy,. She loves to tease me, licking the sides, but especially running her tongue along the big vein on the underside of my cock, it drives me crazy. The first time she actually did that, it caught me off guard and I came right there shooting cum all over her forehead and into her hair. She started sucking the head and massaging my balls in one hand, with the other stroking the shaft. I knew with all this, I wasn't going to last. My orgasm hit and I started groaning and shot what seemed like gallons.