With the face cropped out, I told him he couldsend it. The idea that he wanted to show me off tostrangers was a turn on. I wondered what they thought....ne day Jon brought up the guy who wrote the stories. Itturns out Jon had talked to him on the phone and thoughthe sounded perfect. I was skeptical. Jon started byshowing me pictures. He was not gorgeous but he wascertainly attractive. Jon told me how much the guy likedmy pictures. It made me feel good to know he thought Iwas hot. Then Jon and I. I was stunned for a second until I felt a leathered strap hit the back of my head indicating i was to continue my worship of this bizarre contradiction of a man...or was it a man? I was sure it was a man, until the boots. I began my worshipping with extra fervour. I was confused and excited, curious and horny as hell to get to know who?or what this leathered god or goddess was.I remember still my ejaculation, the most intense of my life ever. I was on my back worshipping those heels first. I received the usual bunch of spam but one reply seemed real and got my interest. It was reply from a 3oyr old black woman who said she was interested. She described herself as being 5'4 130 lbs and shapely and that she not only specialized in sucking cock but really enjoyed it.She also said she was open to any type of play,anal included.We continued to exchange emails some of which included pictures of her body.I have to tell you this woman's pics if real were REALLY nice,she was stacked! We. This might've started out as a vacation, but it's not that for anybody anymore. Everybody's gotta pull their weight."Marty headed toward the cabin with his burden, carefully stepping through the knee-deep snow. When he reached the door, he kicked it open with his booted foot. And as the heat from inside struck him he froze from what he saw, losing his grip so the wood he carried clattered to the floor."No!" he hissed.Then he thawed out enough to slam the door behind him.In the distance, keeping.