She requested me to push more and more with full thrust into her hot and wet vagina. I further increased my speed. I made hard strokes. She received e...ach of my hard strokes skillfully throwing her hips up and up every time. I was romping fast. Indu sometimes entwined her legs with mine and some times threw upward. That gave me all sorts of pleasures. Indu was then in full excitement and was uttering words like “…ooooohhhh…ddeeaarrr… …ooooohhhhhh…. uuuuuuffffff…. aaaaahhhhh… aaaahhhhhh….. Christine didn't live particularly far away, a 15 min drive at most. The boner her last text had given me, together with the thought of the impending sex, had lasted the duration of the car ride and stayed with me as I knocked on her door and was welcomed inside. True to form Christine saw the bulge in my jeans immediately. Despite being no more than three steps into her house, and with the door only just closed behind me, Christine took to her knees in front of me. As she had so many times. Her skin was wheat complexioned and not very smooth, with freckles spread liberally over her torso. The sight of her fully made-up, in her black bra and the red petticoat, which was worn well below her navel to display her fleshy yet firm belly with a deep navel, caused my cock to lurch. Dropping her discarded blouse on the floor she took my right hand in hers, and brought it to her cheeks, resting her cheek in the palm of my hand. Closing her eyes, she sighed and slowly moved her face so that. No I wasn’t rich I had won them in a competition and the chance to shadow a photographer on a shoot. This was the first time I realised that I didn’t want to be just a picture taker but a professional. I arrived at his studio, he is well known so for safety I will call him John. The first shoot shadowing him he shouted at me a lot, nothing I did was right or I was always in the road. I watched as models took their clothes off and changed into whatever the client had asked John to portray.