“OH GOD YES I'M CUMMING FOR YOU HUSBAND.” I’m pumping into her hard to give her a strong orgasm; I know it is working because I feel her spurt. ...She is coming all over me. Little Bobby is shaking hard nearly slipping off me, but I grab her ass keeping her from falling. I continue to pump hard in her, but I am unable to bring myself to orgasm, although Little Bobby orgasms again spurted over and over. Finally she moans. “No more, husband I can't take anymore."I slowed to a stop still fully. It was almost 2 am and I was just about to do my audit when this short blonde girl came in. She was pretty cute standing around 5’4 with her blues eyes, light tan, and golden hair just past her shoulders. On top of that she was wear a nice tight pink tank top with generous cleavage and a ripped up pair of blue jeans that hugged her lower body and gave me glimpses of her smooth, tanned legs. I did my best not to stare but I couldn't help myself and I think she caught me looking down her shirt. . "What?" she said, startled by the swiftness of the stranger's invitation. "I... I don't even know your name." And if you did... would it make any difference?" he said. "But to set your mind at ease, I'm listed in the Manhattan directory, under W for Whitlock. Justin Whitlock." Pam Harper," she replied, finding herself extending her hand as they grinned back at each other and shook hands like two businessmen meeting each other for the first time before sitting down to lunch."Good, then it's. I thought to myself I bet all the men in Italy are so fine; Michelangelo's David would probably wear clothes. I got my 35 MM camera ready as he got on the motorcycle. First, he began leaning on the motorcycle like he was riding it.While taking pictures of Frederico on the motorcycle, I began having a fantasy. I imagined myself on the motorcycle with him, holding on to his body. I took even more pictures of him while he took off the leather jacket, giving me and my assistant shutterbug Wendy.