Each page of the photo pockets opened another possible blackmail avenue. Navigating through the photo sleeves was a journey through my friend’s life...time of fantasies. I was trying hard to hold it together as I recognized the spanking themes he had written about, which he had covertly brought to life. In my hands I had his adventures made during his times in Charlotte or the cabin on Lake Norman. I came to the conclusion that the uniqueness of my possession was very valuable, but was it. Her head was still covered in the latex hood, a collar was still locked around her throat and her mouth was still filled with a rubbery dildo, but the rest of her was unfettered as she began to wash herself. He was watching. She was sure of that. Her fantasy of freedom was just an illusion. So she washed herself as best as she could since she could not bend down at all. When she was done, the stranger handed her a bottle after opening the cap. One whiff of lavender told her that it was her own. “Now turn around for us,” she tells me as she stands behind me, opens my gown and slides it to the floor with her naked body pressed against mine as Jimmy gasps at the sight my almost nine-inch erection poking out of my jock strap as he uses two hands to stroke it.“Love your hairy torso and the way you shave around your big cock,” Joan tells me as she puts her arms under mine and teases my nipples. At the same time Jimmy is rubbing my torso with fragrant smelling oil. Two lots of fingers on my. I pulled him down and widened my thighs to aid full penetration. I locked him circling my thighs around him and hands around his back. We kissed endless. Outside it was silence except barking of few stray dogs. The room was filled with our heaving and moaning aided by the pungent odour of sex. Sunil had endless stamina. He made me smile, made me laugh and finally made me to cry and beg him to release his semen in me. He ejaculated in slow gushes for a very long time, his hot semen completely.