I was still quite unsure of how to handle the situation. Either this man was going to do me serious harm or he was actually insanely in love with me. ...My rational mind suggested that it was the former, but something in his voice, in the touch of his lips, reminded me of the feeling that I had had when we shook hands. Besides, I felt I knew him by the books he read, he was a shy scholar, a dreamer, someone with a thirst for something greater… ‘What do you want?’ I asked him. ‘Only to make you. I waited for another, but even with her again rubbing furiously and my four fingers still in her it didn’t happen. At least not right away. I went down and put my tongue on her ass again. Then while still working my fingers into her pussy I pushed my one ring finger, now dripping with her juices, into her ass and watched her orgasm build all over again. She blasted again but this time she kept rubbing so hard her fingers cut the spray into many directions and made everything wet without getting. When they pressed the button I got several pictures at the same time. One was of their face, one was of their actual thumbprint, and three others were up their skirt from three different focal lengths. I would get the full effect with plenty of leg from their ankles up. Then I would get another one from their knees up and then a close up of their crotch.I had run out of other ways to get up skirt pictures so I had invented the “Up Skirt Photo Machine.”I sat back in my pickup truck and just. I am fair as milk and my body is chubby (but not bulky).So I waited and when the doorbell rang, I got excited. Then I gave a last look at the mirror. I was wearing push up and the gowns buttons were open showing my massive cleavage. I opened the door and stood there looking at him.Quickly, I signaled him to come in and I started walking back in a sexy way with my bust waving in the air. I heard him closing the door and in the next second, I was pulled back by him. He held me by my back and bit.