Her legs were slender with thighs in wonderful shape, no extra fat anywhere on her body. Her asscheeks were perfectly round and pink coloured. I took ...out bottle of herbal massage oil from my bag and requested her to sit on the bed.She sat there and I came behind her on the bed.I put some oil on my palms, applied on her forehead, and started massaging slowly and rhythmically. From forehead, slowly I proceeded towards her neck and shoulder past her ears. I was applying adequate pressure at. ”“Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee and you can tell me all about it.”“Baudelaire famously argued, “What is Art, prostitution.” and I’m looking at the painters of 19th Century Paris who saw prostitution as a fact of modernity.”Mike nodded to show he was at least listening as Caroline continued.“So while Toulouse Lautrec and Manet were painting the prostitutes and the punters, I want to know why Degas, one of the fathers of Impressionism didn’t.”Caroline paused. She could feel herself getting more. The fucking devil in me had a tight grip around me. He advised me to grab my GoPro and hide it in the bathroom and hit the record button. The recorded footage would be a nice jerk off material.I grabbed it and placed it such that it was recording the entire bathroom space. My mom has poor eyesight and everything is a blur without her spectacles. So she would not discover it and I hoped she wouldn’t. I slowly crept out of the bathroom and went into my room lying in wait.My heart was pounding. His cock remained buried to the hilt in her ass. “Well, no. I guess not,” she admitted. “Good.” Andy then pulled about half his cock out of Savanna’s ass before shoving fully back in. “Ummmmph!” She grunted as he bottomed in her ass. Andy gave Savanna’s ass several slow but deep strokes. As he felt her begin to relax, he picked up the pace. “ Ummmmmph! Ummmmmph! Ummmmmph!” Savanna grunted each time Andy drove his cock deep into her ass. The grunts soon turned to groans and then appreciative.