Had I actually pulled my pussy-lips wide open while he took a POV shot of his seven-inch cock sliding inside of me? Apparently, I had."Baby, these are...incredible!" I heard him say from behind me as I walked back to the couch to hide under the afghan again."Jimmy," I started weakly. "What are you going to do with these?" Keep them. They're beautiful!" he replied. Then, as an afterthought, he assured me they'd be safe. He'd load the whole file onto a stick, and delete them from his laptop, after. I knew I was dripping down there and I could feel my nipples being so hard over the arousal. He asked me where from I was returned. I replied “to day is my birth day, so I had gone to the temple”. He smiled and wished me. Then he took the prased from my hand and kept that on the centre table. Then he dragged me to the bed room.We went inside the bed room and I looked at him and he pointed towards the bed. I knew he was telling me to go sit there. He looked into my eyes and moved his eyes all. "Young? I'm forty-five, young lady, and rarely told I'm young. Those to whom forty-five seems young seem never to compliment someone on their youth."It was Lorraine's turn to raise a brow. "You deny your youth, and assert mine? Perhaps you are addled after all. It was my thirty-ninth birthday when I lost my husband, my legs, and my arm to that drunken bastard, and that was a year ago and more." As Lorraine had calmed, her English had improved as well; her accent wasn't nearly so opaque. The guys were flattered. “We’ve had some pretty weird shit here before. We get swingers who bring their wives in for the day just to watch them dance for other men. We had a girl who was into knives and hung herself from hooks. We had a girl who took a flashlight on stage so that men could see further up her pussy and asshole. I’d have to say these ladies are the craziest ones we’ve ever had,” she said.“They are slaves, Mamacita!” Trouble said.“You are a slave,” Sarah replied with a smirk on.