The next day, we went to Dennis's studio, which was in his basement apartment in a not-so-nice part of town. He was about forty, with a big beer belly... and an unfiltered cigarette glued to his lower lip, and a lot of homemade tattoos he probably got in prison. He had an assistant, Brian, a long-haired good-looking young guy. That made me uncomfortable. If they tried something nasty, I wasn't sure I could defend Ellie's honor. What honor she had left, anyway. But Dennis had professional cameras. If you want brandy I hope you have some mix otherwise you’ll have to drink it neat or with water . Just don’t tell me you want a cold drink that you will have to get yourself . I will have a white wine with ice like your wife always has . Okay, sit on the couch and watch how I do it . Next time it is going to be your turn. I wait till she sits down before getting up hoping that my hard on will calm down while I make her drink. There is no way I can hide it when walking back to the couch. I use. I glanced up at the camera pointing down as us and smiled. I gave a half wave and then lowered my head. I pulled my guest up and we kissed. Fire flew from our lips as he pressed himself in closer to me. I grabbed his buttocks with both of my hands. Oh my God!I felt for his manhood through the fabric of his jeans. He was well stocked, I could tell.I fumbled with the opening to his trousers. In a split instant, I managed to free his manhood. His shaft was very this, much thicker than Billy Bobs.. He knew she didn’t know what she was doing, but even so she seemed to have a natural knack for sucking cock. Her voracious mouth was causing the muscles in his legs to twitch as she slowly worked her way down his length, swallowing it all. He buried his face as deeply into her as he could, thrusting his tongue into her tight little slit as she moaned around the mouthful of cock. He moved back to her clit, teasing it with his tongue as he slid a finger into her and moved it in and out quickly..