He told her to imagine his eyes on her body the entire time she was on the stage. To imagine his fingers tracing the edges of her body. As she posed t...ere in front of everyone she could feel his touch across her neckline. Finding it’s way down the curve of her spine and across her legs down to her toes. She had posed for him before. But it was always in the privacy of his apartment studio. Never in front of others. He would wrap her in red satin sheets until she was comfortable enough to let. I kept going until I could do no more then I un-hooked my feet and rolled off the bench onto the floor. I just sat there for a few seconds to have a short break.The leg lifts and the bicycle exercises went quit easily although I nearly orgasmed again when I saw the cameraman zooming in on my upturned pussy.Then it was the last batch of exercises and I have to say that I was getting tired.The camera man was behind me for most of them but when I started the star jumps he came round to the front. How about throwing it in? I paid enough for the bitch you oughta be able to toss in a homemade bench."I shrugged and said, "What the hell. I don't need it anymore."One of Curtis's friends grabbed the bench and the other one started dragging Bev towards the door. I asked, "Hey! You guys want her clothes?" Naw, she won't need clothes no more."Bev started struggling with the guy holding her. Curtis grabbed her other arm and they lifted her right up off the floor. She began screaming, "Chris!. My fantasy had always been to watch my sweet wife fucking a well hung black man. I had mentioned it many times when we have both been having sex; she was happy to use it as a fantasy, but that would be it and she had admitted that it would turn her on to have someone watch her having sex, especially if it was me.One evening we went to a party in a local pub. After so many drinks I could not remember most of the night there; the day after, while nursing a massive hangover, Anita commented that a.