..it's mine!!!!"James was ignoring her as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He held it up he said, "Smile" right before she heard ...the snap of a picture.Angella couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. "You really are stupid! That's evidence now, You stupid dumb fuck. How dumb can you be? You're making my case for me. Just wait until....."James started for the door as he said, "Dumb?" He shrugged. and then said, "Maybe making bad decisions is in my blood" Angella pulled. There was, you see, Middle Americansensibilities to think about.Yes, I was a young, competent, and if I chose to believe what has beenwritten about me in the press, beautiful model. And at this moment in time- right now - I was sought after. But I also understood that I was livingmy fifteen minutes of fame and my time would eventually run out. Becausefor every article that praised me, there was another that claimed, in thebest cases, I was a novelty act - kitsch, and in the worst cases,. She was the best lady I had ever come across in terms of sex, she knew well how and where to put pressure and every time it was like, just surrender to her mouth.There was deep silence as she was busy sipping her vodka and sucking on my dick. I had given up and surrendered myself to her. It was a long day, had office from 8 in the morning till 7 in the evening, then had to get the things ordered from the restaurant and set the house for the party mood and I was looking forwards to the weekend. In the distance behind me I heard the hunters talking when I stopped to get my breath again.I’d just started running again when I heard the siren. I stopped, bent at the waist and put my hand on my knees to help me get my breath back. “Well that’s one hell of a beautiful sight.” I heard from a man behind me and realised that he was probably looking at my bare butt and slightly spread pussy, but I didn’t care, in fact I felt that familiar tingling start and my vagina producing copious juices.I.