" ?I rolled in it,I wiped my face on it, I did my best to get it on every part of my body and atlast he was satisfied. Then he ordered me to clean the...rubber sheet with mytongue and finally, when that was finished, he commanded me to sit and stay andI sat obediently.? He left the room and Iwaited. Perhaps two hours passed, I don't know, but it seemed an eternity.Meanwhile my shit and piss covered body dried. At last I heard himcoming back, the heavy tread of his engineer boots readily. I knew it wasn't life or death, but I didn't like to appear less than competent at anything I did. I wondered what I should wear to the wedding. Definitely not jeans, but what should it be.At least I wouldn't be wearing a 'fuck me' outfit, since I no longer had one of those. Part of the advice I got on line was that a female wedding photographer should never dress, so as to attract more attention than the bride was going to get. That was going to be difficult to do. Poor Lisa wasn't very. I am not able to get out that much so my experimenting took time. My most memorable blowjob which to this day I still jerk off too, occurred at a spa in Australia. I had been to this one a couple times before and it seemed nice but nothing crazy, but to be fair I usually go during the day. One day I showed up horny for cock of course and made my rounds through the dark areas and corners. I got my hands and mouth on a few cocks but nothing that was going anywhere. I went to the gloryhole. Sam’s soft round breasts popped out of her bra even before it was unfastened. Wearing just her jeans, Sam led Rena to the dining room and pushed her onto the table. In moments, she had unfastened Rena’s pants and was pealing them off. Moments later she had discarded the red panties and revealed a neatly trimmed pussy, surrounded by velvet brown hair. Sam spooned a dollop of strawberry youghart onto Rena’s pussy. She screamed as the cold hit her tender sweet pussy, but drew Sam’s head into her..