“Take some pictures. I want you to photograph me sucking your cock and send them to my husband.” I took my phone and switched the camera on as she...got to her knees. I went to close the door, but she stopped me and started to suck me off. Her tongue probed the tip of my cock, playing with the meatus at he end, then gliding along the bottom to my balls. My knees grew weak as she began to suck the head. Her lips went to the edge and stopped, her tongue lapping and swirling, cheeks sucking inward. I felt her body go stiff, but she didn't move or scream. "Okay bitch don't cry out or do anything stupid or I'll cut your throat understand?"She nodded slightly and whispered a simple "Yes." Good girl. Now don't move bitch." I whispered in my best menacing tone, throwing off the blankets. My little Candice was stark naked. She was slightly smaller than I was, but had deliciously full breasts with large chewy nipples. Her pussy was shaved and there was a small tattoo of a Heart on her left inner. Getting her melons loved was too soft, compared to all the extreme pleasure my mom had received today. She was slowly enjoying it, helping her console herself over the destruction of her holes.Then an unbelievable load of white spunk was blasted on her face, by Bollywood’s very own punisher, Gulrukh Grover. Mom’s entire face looked like covered in milk, and she had just wiped it off, with her fingers, when Sanjog Dutt nutted on her dark black hair.Soon the bosses arrived. The Kaifs were here,. As we drove it was one of those rare but worthy silent moments in my slave life. I let the events which had ruled my youngest experiences roll back in my mind and formed the pictures anew in front of my inner eye. I watched the thick, brown piece of mummy’s shit I had found in that filthy diner toilet. I tried to remember the letter I had found in there and was surprised that the action of finding a letter from my mom in her shit didn’t seem strange or nasty to me only two days after the actual.