But, one thing was for certain, it was not my step-dad! And the next question was: Who had taken the picture?!I checked to make sure my mom was still ...utside. I could see her. So, I swiped the screen to see what other photos I might discover; and I was not disappointed; for following that first image, there were at least a dozen more; and each showing my mom in other stages of intimate embrace with that same black guy!As I was swiping to see more and more of these pictures, I heard my mom. “Oh Paul! That’s so . . .” She never finished. Paul pushed the power to maximum and Joan’s cries and her straining against the cuffs made clear she was almost overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. Without removing the wand, Paul leaned over and sucked hard on a nipple. Joan cried out again, but this time her entire body tensed as orgasmic waves rolled over her. He removed the wand and simply cupped her mound with his hand, able to feel her taught muscles as she strained through her. "I get paid well and I enjoy the work."Understanding suddenly dawned on George. There could be another reason why Miss Kitson had sent him here."Um ... Miss Kitson, she didn't give you any money to..." To do what?" Nicole asked, affecting an air of deceitful innocence."Oh, nothing," George said.It must be the wine, causing his tongue to flap like a flag in a gale."Nothing?" Nicole said. She raised a pencil-thin eyebrow.Her sunglasses made it impossible to tell, but right then George fancied she. The hands were touching her and in my mind I could see the fingers penetrate her ass, squeeze her tits and slap her bottom. She moaned and her eyes rolled back into her head as the chanting of those gathered around us blocked out everything but the momentary and exquisite nature of our coupling! Hands were roaming over my balls, lips licked my flesh… in my mind I saw a mouth biting her round ass leaving teeth marks and the start of a dark and painful bruise.She was well and truly fucking.