I had just arrived for the National Weightlifting Competition and got the first taxi from the airport to the hotel. It was an old man driving, I wasn�...�t sure that I would ever get to the hotel as he kept on staring confusingly at the GPS unit which was mounted on the dashboard. Finally, after an hour and a half of driving we finally arrived at the hotel. This is where it all began. We met in the hotel lobby, I was taking the bags out of the taxi, I had about four suitcases and a bucket of. Instead, I just said thanks, and kept it. After all, I figured I had earned it. Harry said he had an idea for a few photos if I didn’t mind hanging out for a few more minutes. He led me back to the party room, which had already been cleaned up and transformed back into a studio. Harry directed me to the center of the floor, and he told me to get down on my hands and knees. I waited in position as he left and came back in with his camera and a shiny wooden baseball bat. I thought it was a rather. The saleswoman at Victoria Secret must have wondered why we were buying the same thing in two different sizes. And as I looked back while my girlfriend was paying I noticed them both look me up and down and smile. As time passed, my kinks became more and more extreme, or maybe I learned to be a bit more honest with myself as I long ago learned to trust her. There were many times I fucked her, not caring which orifice I entered. I dumped my cum in her, using her much like I used a rag when I. But I knew it would be useless.In the meantime, John walked over toward the tv and was fidgeting with something next to the tv. He came back over and handed Mary something. It was a headband. I couldn't figure out why she wanted to wear a head band.I looked back over toward the tv to see what John was fidgeting with earlier and what the fuck. Is that a camera next to the tv? Have they been recording this?All of a sudden I felt a tennis ball pressing against my ass. It was actually just Mary's.