I knew where she had been and I told her how excited I had been waiting for her to return. She never denied any of it. She just kept saying, “Oh hon...y, keep fucking me. Oh fuck it feels so good!”Our bodies were now dripping in sweat. With every stroke into her sweet hot pussy our bodies slammed together making that sharp staccato like sound of flesh on flesh. Her moaning, my rapid gasps for air and the slapping sound of our bodies filled the room, a symphony of sex and depravity. It was so. I'm going to show him that I'm more resilient than that. I'm not so easily frightened. Shocked, maybe, yes, but I can readjust my expectations, pick myself back up again. That's not who I am. The real me sticks to her decisions, she makes sacrifices and does the impossible. That's why I said I could do this, isn't it?My heart is pounding in my chest again. I feel a kick of adrenaline. Is the real me an adrenaline junkie? I don't know. Not yet, but I guess it does help. It makes it easier to. When the day of the fashion show arrived all three girls were very excited about getting some real runway experience. They met at our house and Genevieve asked me to start taking pictures. Of course she knew what would come out or rather what wouldn’t come out like their clothes. With all three of them on her bed Genevieve kissed each girl on the lips and got them to kiss her nipples through her dress. She buried her face in their crotches and they did the same to her. Then Genevieve got on her. He does as he is told and kneels on the ground with his breasts plopped on the stone surface. The master enters him a second time.She takes her time fucking the man, caressing his shapely ass and watching her member sliding in and out. She takes hold of Marshall’s cock and begins jerking it. With efficiency and timed thrusts and strokes, the master brings the man to orgasm. He emits a cry and falls forward as he ejaculates. And the master isn’t far behind him. Within a few seconds, she too.