M and S responded; he was 31 she was 26. M is keen on photography, like me, and he had set up a studio at home and S turned out to be very attractive....They sent me a photo of her looking stunning in black lacy undies and invited me to phone to try and fix a meeting. I felt very flattered when I found out when I visited them that they had dozens of replies to their ad.Soon the date came round and I was excited but also deeply worried when I set out to drive to visit them. It turned out that. Old memories are hard to suppress. Instead, she greeted me with a warm smile and piercing blue eyes. Reaching out, she grasped my hand in her warm, soft grip and said “Oh hi. I’m Emma. Emma Hefner. And no, I’m not married to the playboy guy. No relation at all unfortunately. I’d probably have a lot more money if I was right.” Then she laughed, and her laugh was so carefree and infectious that, I don’t know, I guess I felt more at ease with her.We started talking, small talk mostly, and about. I can't do this." I'm know you're not gay. What you are is my bitch. Now suck it or I hit send." He put his thumb back on the send button.I reached out, took the base of his cock in my hand. It was hot to the touch. I closed my eyes, lifted it, opened my mouth and leaned forward. I had to open my mouth wider to get it in. I smelled soap. At least he had washed. I just knelt there with this black cock in my mouth."I didn't say put it in your mouth, bitch," he said. "I said suck it."I'd have my. . . I'm . . . I'm . . ." I tried to tell him that I was coming, but the ecstasy gagged my words. Still, he seemed to get the picture, and I felt his tongue move against my hole—inside my hole. "FUCK!" I cried. My entire body tensed, and I exploded in orgasm, my legs and hips moving spasmodically. My moans became sobbing breaths, and my hands clambered for him—anything. I almost didn't feel him lift me and carry me onto the bed. Hell, I'm not even sure how he did. C'mon, you're.