Hadn't his reluctancebeen what they all must have felt, at least at the beginning? Maybe notCharlie or the others like Taylor and Harper, who loved it...here.Had he been the only one wanting to flee?"I hated it here, but you changed my mind, Charlie," he said. "Youalmost did."It made her cry again."Don't punish the girl, Lucien," Mamselle said. "It was never herfault."She was right. He reached out for Charlie, muttering an apology. Sherose and threw her body against his, making him fall into his. I lie down willingly and roll onto my stomach, still trying to hide my throbbing erection. I feel the cool lotion as she squirts it onto my back. Her hand gently but firmly rubs lotion over my shoulders and down my arms. I feel her progress to my lower back and then feel more lotion applied to my buttocks. She rubs them, sliding her hand down between my cheeks as I had done to her. She then applies more lotion to the backs of my legs. "Hmm, you do have a lot of muscle in those legs, Okay, roll. ” She is passed from one black man to others fairly regularly and I tag along and watch or I get to clean her up afterwards.” “Nice! What’s the other reason?” “I, well, this is kinda my thing. My one bit of straying. I keep this private.” “Ok. I get it. So, the black guys fuck her and use her and you every once in a while have a fling with a t-gurl. Good for you.” “Yeah. It is. You were incredible. I was wondering, have you, no would you ever want to be a part of a cuckold session. But it was also perfect for this next set and I had seen how Aunt Sharon had agreed just from the look in her eyes.The first photo to the publisher had been taken in this room - though it had only been with my Aunt seated on the edge of the tub and showing a little leg and cleavage. This time would be much different.Having slowly disrobed and strut before the mirror, all by direction and with the camera clicking away - Aunt Sharon sat on the toilet and, on command, urinated into the bowl. I had.