"I'm gonna cum," he said, as I looked up at him. I quickly moved my mouth back to his cock, no wanting to miss his cum.He moved his hand to his shaft ...and stroked it, but I kept my mouth on the head. I was so turned by him that I wanted to taste him more than anything. He moaned and reached down, cupping my balls with his free hand. This shot electricity through me, feeling his hand on me."Fuck," he said, as he shot his load. Not on his stomach like before, but right in my mouth.It was so warm. With another giggle, she eased the panties down around her thighs and posed like that with one knee slightly bent, both hands over her groin and a surprised look in her beautiful face. The photograph showed absolutely nothing sexual, just her panties around her thighs but even as I watched it develop, I thought it was mind-blowingly sexy, and I still think so now.The next one was of her stepping out of the panties, one breast peeking out of her shirt. Another one of her kissing the rather. All moneys would go directly to Harry to help maintain an air of respectability. They also needed to assemble drawing stations, similar to the donkeys, easels and tall chairs I saw at the gallery session. Harry provided a posing platform and good, photo-quality backgrounds. The artists would gather in front of the platform so each would have a good view of the model. Harry would take photos as the circumstances permitted and he would consider requests (for photos, that is). He was supposed to. I loved him, liked being with him in a friendly way, more than the sex with him. His fucking style didn't have quite enough fire in it for me, but Devon was so sweet, he would go down on me until I was going nuts, grabbed his head from between my legs, and told him in a not so lady-like manner that I needed to be fucked right now. But then after all that pussy eating, his fuck wasn't as intense as I needed. Devon would do anything, anything, that Judy or I thought up, that was a beautiful thing.