He was a tall and powerfully built man for a 27 year-old. He had 230 pounds of muscles to rival any wrestler piled on his beautifully tanned brown 6�... 3′ frame. His hands were massive and had looked to be made for building and creating but instead he chose numbers. His mind was as sharp as any scholar. He was truly a site to behold. They lived in a beautiful part of the city where all the neighbors were polite and the houses were something out of a story book with manicured lawns and pristine. He had learned the professional phrase was "boy-girl" and not "hardcore" as he'd always referred to it. He was more amazed when Judy had told him that Cassie and her friend, Derrick, wanted to meet with him beforehand. Judy was honest. If they didn't feel like he would do a good scene or if they got the impression he would treat Cassie (or any performer) roughly, he would lose the job.The two people who walked up to the small restaurant where Judy was going to meet them didn't resemble porn. “Your boobs are bigger than usual today.” She smiles slyly and replies, “Yes, I know. We all weren’t born with natural Double D’s like you, bitch.”I giggle at the tease and give her a playful shove. “Actually,” she says with a smile, “Mistress wanted a titfuck, so I grew these E-cups for her.” “You’re so fucking lucky! I haven’t been able to give her one since last week.” I pout. “Hahehe, you‘re such a slut for them, Eyla…and…well… she wants to see you now, actually. She told me to come tell. I felt a tingle as I realized my daughter’s pussy had probably been touching them earlier that day, and I wondered whether, if the light was right, I’d be able to see the small, pink shadow of her opening through the weave. I held them up to my face and kissed the inside where her pussy had touched, imagining it was her soft, smooth labia touching my lips. My tongue stole out for a tiny taste, and I almost swooned when the sweet/acrid taste of her girlish musk fizzed across my tongue like an.