“The wig really makes you look like a horny slut” Kate laughed and replied, “You’re looking ready for a fuck too, honey.” I sat her down on ...he chaise and went to adjust the camera and take a couple of test shots. Getting her well positioned in the frame I then peeled off my tee shirt and returned to the side of the chaise with my cock a few inches from her mouth. “Now you can suck my cock babe.” She leant her head towards me and I started taking pictures as she kissed my shaft with her ruby. I remember all those things that made me the man who I am right now. There I lie taking a journey into my past.A young man of 18, I was a very lively man. I live in our small house in a small town in south India. Surely not alone. There was my mother, Girija who is a widow and she is in her early 40s. It has been 9 years since my father died and she spent most of her time in prayers and meditation. On the other hand it was around this time I discovered the art of masturbation and I start. Soon Anne lay on her side, facing Jason, and could feel it heating up.Jason was staring at Anne’s deep cleavage as her boobs rested on top of each other; he watched as they gently wobbled with each of Anne’s breaths. His cock started to get hard.Anne was watching his face change a little; he was wanting her again, and she could feel his cock against her thigh.Jason started to use his finger to follow the round circular shape of her areolas, making her nipples erect and pointing straight at his. ”“Oh she did not!” Sam protested.“She did!” Kara interjected. “Triplets!”“Yikes! Anyway, we have you in the small private room tonight.”“Thanks,” I replied, deciding to spare her any more puns or silly names.She showed us to the smallest of their private rooms which could seat eight comfortably, so was more than sufficient for the four of us. A waiter brought drinks, and a moment later, Alex appeared.“I assume everything is satisfactory?” he asked.“When has it ever been anything but Michelin.