"That's it! Oh fuck yea! FUCK!!" Her hips quivered and shook as she came and then she squirted. It wasn't her first time, it was something she could d... and when she squirted she could often shoot it across the room. But this time she was also squirted out my cum as well. It filled my mouth and it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I swallowed ever ounce and kept digging for more before the finally pushed me away and crawled off me. I was so disappointed. I wanted more, more of. As I heard “Action” from the director, I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan taking off his hands off my body and looking up at the ceiling clenching his lips. I was more than glad to see that and craftily put my popped out breast in my bra again. Though I realized that the scene was outrageously sexy and indecent, I had to do it to save some dignity. Hardly had I finished my job, Mr. Pyaremohan again “attacked” me. He quickly bent and straightened his fat body over mine and in one action pulled my back. I figure we can put our own little adventure on it." "You have my attention" I laughed. "Good, hold still. I want to test it." She set the camera down and deftly unbuttoned my pants, pulled out my semi-erect cock and took in her mouth. She then handed the camera to me. Taking the hint I aimed it at her while she worked. Her eyes found the lense and the display showed her piercing green eyes as her red lips moved slowly and sensually up and down my cock. "How is it?" She asked. "Amazing" . It seems as if I liked being humiliated. What made me small made me hard. I forgot about my girly magazines. Who needs air-brushed, silicone boobs when you have humiliations? A humiliation is worth a thousand pictures. And I had a couple of juicy humiliations. There was the 7-11 parking lot humiliation, the Pecos Diner booth humiliation. In fact, life in general had become something of a humiliation. Once I had been the confident, smart kid with a full scholarship to Baylor. Now I was the.