Franklin would take his time before impaling me with his beautiful black fuck tool. He moved forward again pressing a little more throbbing shaft betw...een my lips. As he withdrew this time he whispered. "I love how it feels sliding along your hot tongue." I extended my moist tongue and let him rock back and forth massaging the top of his cock head and the velvety smooth corona. But I knew that soon enough he'd want to feel my burning throat surrounding his sensitive cock head and as he. I went through, and after a moment of disorientation, I got my bearingsand looked around.I saw the "rover", and not far from it, I saw the "dwelling" they had beentalking about.It was a house, all right, but one done entirely in pink.I shook my head and wondered who would live in a pink house, But I had myjob to do, so I moved carefully forward toward the house, weapon at theready.The house seemed very silent, and still, and my instincts told me no onewas likely home, but I still didnt relax,. It wasn’t long before John called a close to that shoot, leaving Hayley slightly disappointed as he switched the memory card in his camera in preparation for the next set, and leading Hayley towards one of the rooms that she saw when they first entered. As the lights illuminated the space, Hayley was amazed at how many mirrors there were.Everywhere she looked, there was a mirror. The walls, the two vanity tables, several huge, free-standing, and even a double door that had mirrors fixed over. And if they thought that giggling was unlikely, Anita couldn’t begin to imagine what they would think if they could see her racing through the evening traffic on those special nights, often with one hand on the wheel and the other inside the pants of her conservative business clothes, cupping and squeezing herself through her panties, her mouth hanging open with excitement. Sometimes she thought that was the best part: the sheer, tingling anticipation of what was about to happen:Slave Night.It.