I inhaled the peach perfume and whisked away the remaining suds and pulled her lips open and began tentatively licking at her unprotected clitoris. I ...as eating my first pussy. Her taste was weighty and complex, that of an interesting oaked wine. The bright red of her inner pussy was a real turn on. I tentatively licked deeper, becoming more apt, more daring, more willing with each nibble. I could feel the same heat and the same pulsing I had with my fingers last night, only this time it was. When I came out, the black man told me to go ahead and lie on the bed. Then he started shooting his camera, as he pointed me several sexy poses. First I removed a high heel shoe, than another one.Removing my black stockings in front of Carl John was incredibly erotic. Between the red wine, the camera flashes and the sexual innuendo, I was feeling unbelievably aroused and horny. When we finished, I said him I wished some photos wearing sexy lingerie…Then I pulled out a nice red negligee.Coming. She lay down with her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face, she was glowing like a diamond on a moonless light, she was happy and really at peace. I poured a glass of water for both of us and kept that near the bed.I had some pasta which I made along with a cup of tea. All of this cooking was done naked and I did not care who saw or who did not. I took out two bowls and poured the pasta and then poured the cup of tea in two cups and went with it on a tray. She was sleeping soundly; I. When the pain subsides to something almost bearable she realizes that she's whimpering and Mr. Smith is petting her lower belly in comfort, voice cooing words of admiration and adoration at her. "See?" he's saying to her, "you just needed a moment to adjust. It's almost all better now, isn't it? Maybe even feels a little bit good?" Briana finds herself nodding. He's right, she thinks, careful not to shift too much. It is starting to feel a little bit good. She pointedly ignores the idea forming.