My hips start to move slowly and I’m grinding his face. I’m holding on to the headboard with one hand and my other is locked with his. That connec...ion means so much to me. He’s making me cum like no other and I feel my pussy quaking and my legs shake. He’s not stopping, making me cum even more. He’s enjoying it. I love hearing him hum in approval. The thought of me filling his mouth with my juices make me hotter for him. He flips me over and stands next to the bed. I eye his hard cock and move. Mom’s rule is very strict: we only get to make our cummies when she says, no other time.Slowly, I lifted my hips and started pumping myself along the painfully huge dildo, grinding my prostate hard against it, moaning into my ball gag. I briefly glanced over at the camera in the corner (every room in the house had at least one) to make sure it was recording – videos of us humiliating ourselves like this were streamed live worldwide, and Mom inspected them quite often to make sure we. “What sort of data am I looking for?” He didn’t seem to understand. “E-mail? Word processing? Spreadsheets?” He nodded at all of them then held up a finger and after struggling for a few minutes shot out another word.“Favorites.” He grinned as though he had just solved the New York Times Crossword.“And Favorites,” I affirmed. “Okay. Just fill out this form. I’ll need your name, address, and phone number. Then sign here. This is a release form that says you permit me to copy all the information. Even i was getting tensed and bit embarrassed to stand in front of a middle-aged man wearing nothing but my skin. He complimented me saying that i look absolutely stunning with my skin glowing without all those hairs. I liked his compliments but insisted on completing the photo-shoot. He made me pose in all many poses and made sure that my private parts would be covered and not visible. He later asked me to turn around and pose where my full buns would be visible to the camera. I was bit.