I opened my mouth taking his cock as he stepped forward, I started sucking his rock hard 7inch dick, swirling my tongue around as I did so.As I was de...p throating his dick, still in the doggy position, my back arched, he began playing with the butt plug still in my ass. I could feel the pressure inside me as she pushed it back and forward, moaning into his cock. This continued for some time, him changing between teasing my ass with the butt plug and grabbing the back of my head, making me. Because it's digital, she could immediately accept or reject any images she chose. I shot hundreds of photos of her, from all angles. One body part at a time: hair, eyes, lips, neck, shoulders, calves. I wanted her to embrace who she was.We stopped for a bit, and I said, "Let's sit and view these!" While she sat, I connected the camera to the flat panel TV, so we could see BIG images. While she giggled at first, she looked at me and said, "Sorry - I forgot - I'm a woman!" I smiled and kissed. The night overpowered her; she breathed in deeply, breasts rising in the dusky purple depths above The City, and nipples taut as rope. Stars crested the maroon sky, then faded into rare flashes at the horizon. A massive full moon ascended like a bubble, amidst faint misting clouds. The heat was tropical. She was a singer. Weren’t all women once? She had the calling of the Siren, a Lorelei, destroyer of men. Circe, sorceress, witch. A voice so steeped in magical chant and ecstatic, holy praise. ‘Did Jacque know what he was doing to me?’The Le Joy bar and restaurant had been totally redone since my last visit. The yellow leather banquettes were the same, but the décor had been updated and the adjacent garden had been set up for outdoor seating. And to my chagrin, it was packed. Being Friday afternoon, the French had obviously gotten a head start to L'Apéritif. Of course, Jacque would have known how crowded it gets on Friday afternoon since he had been staying here for the last three.