She showed me where to touch them, and how, either softly at some times, or pinching them hard at others. And, of course, how to suck them until she c...ame. I tried to do that, and I think I succeeded. She started humping her hips and squealing. I sucked even harder and she screamed. But she held my head against her tits. So I knew she liked it. All this while she had been holding my cock. I'm afraid I shot my cum out then. I got it all over her, but she just laughed with her special joy of life.. ’ ‘As you say, how’s that any different to what I already do for a living?’ Innocence asked Dodie. ‘Why not do it for the money I’d earn? It’d soon put us in the clear.’ Innocence’s lover couldn’t dispute the truth of that, although she felt that somehow fucking in front of the camera was somehow more acceptable than doing the same thing in the capacity of a prostitute. ‘At least in fuck films it’s a kind of make-believe,’ she claimed rather uncertainly. It hadn’t seemed like make-believe to. It's a slap followed by a moan. I peek through a crack in the drapes and freeze. The scene before me is so erotic. It's like nothing I've ever seen before. A voluptuous woman lies on a platform. She is tied with a red rope crisscrossing her body in a beautiful pattern. She's blindfolded and two men are on the platform with her. One has his cock in front of her mouth stroking himself. Every now and then he lets the tip touch her lips and she desperately tries to get a taste, but he pulls his. Finally I opened the last drawer, bikini's, I decided to take the whole lot. I then opened her closet, and took two really tight dress along with some blue skinny jeans, yoga pants, and a fancy white lace dress with flowers. I then went to her bedside table, and tossed her jewelry box onto the pile, then grabbed Hope's suit case and it went on top. I picked up everything and took it to the van. I dumped the clothes onto of them, the suit case and the box near the seat, and checked the time,.