I showered and dressed. I had a listless, depressed feeling that made me dread the upcoming session with Fiore. I just wanted to relax for a change; m... first New York week left me exhausted.On my way downstairs I paused at Ronnie's door but heard nothing from inside. I thought that if she were awake I could schedule something for the morning, maybe meet her for a coffee break and skip the session with Fiore again. There was no sound from Ronnie's, so I went onto the street.On the way to Fiore's. . We were both so nervous, so him being the gentleman made the first move.. he put his hand on my thigh and leaned in to kiss me, it was very passionate. He then slid is hand up a little so it was just under the edge of my dress. I brought my hand up and softly ran my fingers through his hair. Our kiss deepened as we opened our mouths and let our tongues in on the excitement. After a minute or so we broke the kiss and I trailed my fingers down his neck and chest to the button on his pants and. Then she bent over, lying on top of my legs, and started backing her ass toward my face. Her feet slipped under my shoulders and she kept coming back, very slowly, making me watch and want. Her ass was like a porn scene, perfect little puckered hole, perfect pussy lips starting to swell up with one drop of pussy juice already sliding down toward her clit. I figured that she wanted to start with 69. We hadn't done that in a long time, so it sounded great to me! She stopped when her ass and pussy. I walked over to the bed and, as I suspected, there was another computer set up and a smaller, but still massive flat screen on the wall. “Are you taping me Peter?” knowing I wouldn't know or believe him if he said no. “Not if you don't want me to.... Mia, I can turn the cam in here off...” I thought about the little Alfa Romeo I would be driving home after Peter got his pictures and decided to let the poor man have his pleasure. “You can keep it on Peter, I know how much you like to “watch.