A small whimper escapes my mouth as you detach from my breast and start kissing down my belly. I feel the world begin to tilt as you kiss further and ...urther down my stomach. "You are the first..." I whisper, gasping for breath. "I thought..." you trail off as you lay your head on my gently rounded belly and look up at me. "Well, I have had others, but I was always the giver...never the receiver," I sigh trying in vain to get the world to stop spinning around me. "We'll just have to rectify. You were flirting with me, right?"She nodded and even pushed herself back all the way."And you can deep throat too? Wow, you are one amazing chick," I let out, caressing her head.Again, she looked right into my eyes and let her lips do the talking, but of course not with words. She made her soft lips go as slowly as possible, and my skin crawled. The pleasure faced the fear, but I just waited for the inevitable point where the pleasure won."Crap, someone is in here," I whispered, widening my. She knocks on the window and we drive away. I ask her who she is and what tha fuck she's doin in my shit, but she says nothin. I ask again wit a lil threat in my voice, and the bitch tells me to shut the fuck up. I shake my head as to clear away fog or sumthin away from my brain. then she starts touchin herself, im tellin dis broad ta stop, i cant watch this shit...and she starts moanin and gyrating and tellin me ta watch her, i tell her no repeatedly, but she becomes more insistent, tellin me. "When I brought him his lunch he was editing the videos and photos. He ignored me. I went back to the kitchen. Later I heard him go upstairs. After some time he called me up to the bedroom. He had set the two video cameras up. He'd also brought a flip chart up from the study. On the bed there was a black bra, thong, suspenders belt and stockings. I felt sick in my stomach at the thought of being filmed again."OK slut, put on that outfit." I slowly put on the outfit. He told me to kneel on the.