She seemed very happy, but then she always did in our personal moments.I could tell. I broke into a big smile and she knew.A man who focuses on his wo...man's pleasure usually reaps big rewards. I could certainly score points by doing the accepted thing here - waiting for her to tell me.But she already knew that I knew. If I said it, that would show how well I had learned my lessons about reading people. What better compliment could I give her?All right, the truth is that we had been one upping. . Slam that big cock in my cunt... Ohh fuck me daddy." Rang out from the TV.The more the young whore on the screen moaned the faster Paul's hand flew over his cock. Then all of a sudden he stood up and grabbed a towel. Holding it front Samantha watched as a stream of cum shot from his cock and into the towel. Samantha waited a few minutes to give him a chance to clean up before joined him and kissing him on the cheek. Paul asked "where is everyone?" Harry and Nancy are out." She replied Paul. Thankfully, the bus was heading her direction, which at least offered the potential of escape. “I’ll get to the point, because your bus is coming. My name is Brian. I’m a photographer and do some online content.” He held out a card. “This is a website address I have set up for potential models. There’s a place on the page to enter the code I wrote on the card. I hope you’ll give it a look.” “Model?” she muttered, accepting the rather plain card, which was simply text with his name, a website. Finally some decision was made and she flip flopped over to me and stopped just a few feet away. I could smell her. I don't know if it was her breath or her body but she smelled like shit and sweat baking in the hot afternoon sun. I nearly gagged and even my smaller worser part wondered if this was such a good idea. I quickly put the mower away and led Dalonda inside. In the kitchen, I seated her on a plastic chair and gave her a glass of Mountain Dew. She drank it down quickly and sat.