And then the humiliation was almost too much, as he pulled out an expensive looking digital camera. Her eyes pleaded, and she broke her silence to whi...per out a "please no".He silenced her with a look that was full of venom, and then began taking pictures of her standing there like that. Her eyes were on the floor, but as he took the pictures, he had her look up, making eye contact with the lens."There now, that's a good little girl. These will add nicely to my collection of photos of you." She. " Could I trade some of that appreciation for a cold drink?" Sally asked."Of course, I should've thought of that myself," Phyllis said. "Why don't you have a seat in the living room and I'll get it."Sally had settled into the large comfortable recliner in the living room that she usually sat in when she visited her neighbor. Over the years, as she was growing up, she had developed a pretty good friendship with Phyllis. Despite the difference in their ages. she found that she could talk to the. We were having fun shopping and doing tourist stuff. We walked into this art gallery, I like looking at art. As we walked around a stunning woman asked us if we needed help and told a few things about a painting we were looking at then walked off. I am not a granny chaser but she was petite, long blonde hair, and big brown eyes and nice ass and cleavage. I found her be very sexy. The wife told me to enjoy the gallery and she would meet up with me later and took off. As the wife walked out the. I felt my orgasm recede as my balls began to ache more. What is happening? Is this real? Is she pumping her cum down my shaft? This was worse than being on the edge. I begged and pleaded for her to stop but it only seemed to goad her into to pushing harder. She locked eyes with me and I fell silent. I began moaning as quietly as I could, almost as if to try and not disturb her. I felt like an ant beneath her boot that she could snuff out at any moment. I was afraid and she knew it but I.