KRAK!Barbara saw it coming and felt it on her ass.“Haul her up, dude!” laughed Clyde, “Hit her on the legs! I wanna see her dance!”Soon Barbar...a found herself swinging almost six foot off the ground, and sensing Leon take a running charge at her.K-KRAK!The pain in the back of her calf was intense. She gritted her teeth, determined not to let them see her cry. But it was impossible to stop her eyes welling up with tears.KRAK!Harder this time. Barbara was forced to let out a cry.KRAK!“AHHH!”Still. "I guess. You know what you're doing."I stared at her in disbelief. "I have no idea what I could have done to give you that idea. Okay, let's talk about framing your shot. First, look around and find a scene you want to photograph..."The afternoon went quickly. Cheryl was an apt student as long as we were doing something of interest to her, and the photography had definitely caught her interest. She took a few pictures of me, even though I said portrait photography was a future lesson."Then. I felt somewhat like a man and almost powerful as she ran her lips along the shaft. When she moved the dick about, the base of it rubbed against the top of my pussy and added to my arousal. She pulled a small bottle of astro-lube out of another drawer, oiled the dick as well as her ass. Then she got up and spread an old sheet across her bed and climbed onto it on all fours. Standing so that the oil would dribble onto the old sheet, I added more oil to “my” dick and her eager ass hole. I moved. I clapped for joy, my eyes flicking around for the perfect man to feed my pussykitty. I strode down the aisle, everyone who was awake staring at my big, bouncy breasts and my yummy legs. They knew I was the hottest, bestest bimbo on this plane.I spotted the Black man, his eyes staring at me, his head shaved bald, his lips thick and strong. He was so broad shouldered, like one of those footbally players. The big ones who do all the tackling. Oh, he could tackle me and ram his big, Black dick.