As we were quickly throwingour clothes back onto our now sticky but cooled down bodies, Michelle smiled atme and said, “I’m glad I was on that nee... to know basis.” “Me too”, Isaid and we both laughed and headed for the bathroom to wash up before we wentdownstairs to join the other two ladies. “What are you two getting yourself into down there”, I screamed from theupstairs hallway. All I can hear is uncontrollable laughing and the words“stop it” every 2 seconds. I shook my head and thought,. I kissed him back, but we didn't exchange tongues. He got up and walked over to the door and put a small piece of wood into a latch so it couldn't be open from the outside.He walked back over to the couch but stopped right in front of me. Since I was sitting on the couch, he crotch was directly in front of me, even with my face. I reached into him, put my hands around his back onto his ass and pulled him to my face. I buried my face in his crotch and he moved back and forth in a fucking. I had taken modeling lessons before and I walked in a few fashion shows at Macy's, but other than that, I was a newbie to the fashion modeling world. My photographer's name was Mason. He was in his early thirties, married with a baby on the way. He had that hipster look, scruffy beard, retro glasses, and shabby-chic clothes. I had already spoken to him on the phone; he seemed like a nice man, if a bit pretentious. I won't go into the boring details of the photo shoots. Really, nothing. First one fingerslipped in and gradually I worked in another and another.Three fingers slipped painfully in and out of her arse andnow I wanted my cock in there too. I pulled her roughly up off of my cock by the hair and stoodup pulling her with me. I turned to the desk in the cornerand pushed aside the few bits and peices on it before pushingVicki down on to it leaving her amazing arse pointing atme, begging me to ravage it. I stepped close and my cock heavily lubricated by Vicki'smouth and.