All kinds of thoughts went through my mind. Oddly enough the first thought didn't have anything to do with the fact that someone would be there taking... pictures of every cum shot, but rather about whether or not I could be the center again. It had after all, been a long time since I was and I wanted it!It is much like an addiction. Being a center. I knew I would never been the same as soon as I felt the first splash of cum hit my sensitive skin. They way it oozed along my body, tickling my tiny. Each night we worked together was torture, but I wouldn't have given those shifts up for anything.The first time I knew I was really in trouble was the night I spent an entire shift trying to figure out if her hair was brown or red and if her eyes were blue or grey; I was thirty-two years old and feeling like a fucking ass for wanting a woman I'd never have; she had me wrapped in knots and she didn't even know it. We worked together as friends for more than four years before my opportunity. I began to run out of breath and that was even more scary-- until I had an orgasm. Nothing that we have ever done ever felt like that orgasm did. OMG!!!I guess when I have an orgasm, the muscles down there contract and clamp tighter on him. He could barely move, and I felt him drive hard into me and then I felt the warm blast of his jism inside me. Thank goodness my period just ended two days ago, or I would be pregnant for sure. He came a lot more than he ever did when I would suck him, I. I smile at the driver and say a heartfelt thank you. My heels clip on the pavement before I start walking. The alleyway is opposite the corner of Moss and Fern street. I can see it from where I am, but there is nobody there.I wait close to the alleyway, and I see one or two unsavoury looking characters leer at me as they pass me by. Thankfully, they keep on walking.Like I said, I’m not exactly dressed for this part of town. My dress covers me to the knees, but my high heels are suggestive of a.