Johnson moved round to the side of the bed that the woman was facing.There was a blue stripe of paint between her breasts, and the word 'SLUT' hadbeen...painted on to her stomach.He could now see the clear tape that began at her navel, went straight down over her pubic bush and continued betweenher tightly closed legs.Even before he had consciously thought about doing so, Johnson had instinctively begun taking pictures.He photographed thewall and thisside of the helpless sleeping woman before. But nope. You know our problems,” she said, showing her dark skin at me.I began to realize the error of my ways as she proceeded on with her story. ”They all said ‘You’re pretty for a dark-skinned girl.’ all that crap. Backhanded-ass compliment, if you ask me.”I kept looking at her. I had no idea that she had these issues. She was so sexy to me. I did not think of this.“So eventually, I said: ‘That’s some bullshit.’ I got a new glow. I had a new confidence to myself. I didn’t care what anybody. Listening to her open up about her personal life like that made me feel sorry for her and she started growing on me. She started opening up about her husband who comes home drunk and cheats on her, and she burst into tears. This broke my heart and made me want to hug her immediately. I sat next to her and put my arms across her shoulder, holding her tight and telling her that everything is gonna be alright. Finally she was okay and we started talking about food. She mentioned that she was a. There’s no need to set the scene...I’m in a hotel room – naked – fully aroused, sitting on the bed with my back propped up with a couple of pillows, with my legs stretched out before me. Bob is kneeling on the bed, in front of me...just to my left. I watch as he puts some clear lube on two fingers and then slowly works his fingers in and around the toy…almost like he’s fingering it. I find myself rubbing my cock with my thumb and forefinger as I watch him prepare the toy for me. I notice.