What had been a frisson of desire changed to fear in an instant. Hey, I dont like that, she spluttered out, but it sounded weak in her ears. The music...continued to thump out in the bar. Oh, Malomar. I think you DO like it. I bet you like it every which way, all the time. Tony had come close and pressed her against the sink. She tried to lean back away from him, but his hands had found her tits, and he roughly fondled them through the lace. Despite herself, her nipples went hard. See, your. When I did, he grabbed his cock and stroked it quickly. I slid it in a little deeper. "Damn that feels good," he said. I got up for a second and got the lube from his nightstand. I don't think he half realized what I was doing. "Keep stroking that fat cock, Matt," I told him while I took off my shirt. I squirted a lot of gel on my cock, then put a lot more in my hand. I got back between his legs and licked his asshole some more. This time I actually slipped my tongue in just a little. I worked. Unfortunately, it wasn’t closed terribly securely, and a number of pieces of paper fell from it on the way. I looked idly at them for a moment before realising what they were. They were photographs. Large ones. Full colour. Of me! And they were taken today. The scenes I could see littering the grass were pictures of my legs, my short skirt, my complete lack of panties. I fell to the ground and stared gathering them up, not looking at the pictures any more, but stuffing them back in the envelope. ''Yes Mistress,' I said, my eyes glancing up, catching her staring right at me, her sharp, black eyebrows furrowed. I looked away. 'At least you've still got your tongue.' Her hand snaked down to my pussy (for it was a pussy now) and brushed up and down it gently, sending quivers through my body, causing me to flex it open, wanting her to take me like the slut I was. She laughed, 'Such a horny slut now. Do you want me to fuck you with my cock?' She said, lifting the heavy, black strap-on.