Her favorite photographer was killed in a car wreck. She was devastated. The photographer, James, had been like a second father to her and now he was ...dead, it broke her heart.After a couple of months, still in shock over the death of James, she inquired about the possibility of modeling for Sarah, her second favorite photographer. She however had all the models that she could work with at the moment. She did however refer her to another photographer named Jim. This was a photographer was one. I turn around and get on my knees without losing eye contact. He knows what I want and simply takes down his shorts.“Yes babe, this is the view I wanted…” His swollen cock is in front on me, I take it between my fingers, his skin is soft as I pull it back to expose his wet tip.“Let me worship you baby”.I softly lick it from the base to the top, loving the taste. I can hear him moaning when I wrap his head between my soft lips, stimulating it with my tongue with circular movements. “Your mouth. I liked the layout of the bar but it did mean that if you were looking for someone in particular you had to walk right round the place to see if they were there. I did that but could see no sign of the waiter from the tearoom. I emerged from the passage and took up a position on a barstool from where I could see the door. I asked for a vodka and coke and drank it slowly while I waited for my date to turn up. I worried that he might not appear but then reminded myself that it had been his idea. He certainly wouldn’t want that, not at all. He started in the middle at her stomach. He licked spots clean on her as she wiggled beneath his tongue. Gradually he worked his way upwards towards those beautiful mounds of hers. He slid his tongue all along her, not wanting to miss any spots and came towards her left nipple. He sucked down the whipped cream and all the toppings quickly, as her heated body was making things want to slide, and her squirming wasn’t helping. He pulled her nipple.