I could see through my viewfinder that Emily was looking right at it. I watched amazed as she half closed her sultry green eyes and ran her moist pink...tongue along her upper lip. I had just enough presence of mind to fire the shutter.Click. Whirrrrrrrr. That was the last frame on the roll. The camera began its automatic rewind and I suggested it was a good time for Emily to change into another outfit. I pointed her to a screened-off area in the back corner of the studio and then excused myself. The soaked crotch tasting and smelling of my wet desire was stuffed in my mouth and I tasted my cunt juices; its odor drifting up to my nose saturating my senses. He turned his head to look at his girl standing there in front of the mirrors watching his every move and gave her a knowing stare and told her sternly, “don’t move slut, and watch me make this woman my whore.” He pinched each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He slapped my tits and pulled my fat, distended nipples with. With her copper-colored hair, high cheek bones, flawless skin and noticeably female figure, Christine had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her stumbling block, socially, was her intolerance. When a young man would show some interest in her, she’d try very hard to curb her tongue and fiery temper. Her ability to control her unflattering comments normally lasted a few weeks at most. By then, her suitor would begin to slide from his best behavior and become more relaxed. Invariably, that would. Joseph was an ardent cocksman, one who took real pride in his work and who was able to satisfy the lust of almost any ordinary girl, but our dear little Anna, is no ordinary girl, indeed, stood up under two charges of his dew, and then seemed unwilling to allow him to withdraw that sweet plug of love, so effective had been his poundings, but finally, it was over and the three of us lay together on the floor.Joseph arose and prepared fresh refreshments, this time taking one for himself, and we.