Sometimes she would approach it in another way by saying, “Take ten minutes sister and put your cell in order. I want to inspect it.” She did insp...ect it. But whether it was in her room or theirs they always took a half hour and came out looking like they had just washed their faces. My sexual training hadn’t gone far enough for me to figure out what they were doing. My thoughts were always overwhelmed though by the memory of that day in November when I went into her room, and she lay on the bed. The sight of his dark body and muscular chest, made me feel some wetness between my legs.My Master ordered me to get down on my knees. He knew what I wanted to be: a white married slut hungry for a huge black cock. That was me, no doubt at all…I looked down and felt his hard cock through his pants. I touched it in my hands. I could not stand it anymore; I unzipped his pants and held that magnificent black piece between my fingers.As usual, I struggled to take him deep in my mouth, so big, so. ‘What?’ Lily asked confused as she tried to sit up though, despite her fit, young body, she was unable too, so Jamie leaned forward and helped her.‘Oh my god! Did that come from me?’ She asked staring at the huge wet patch all over the bed and her thighs.‘Yeah baby, that must have been some orgasm.’ He replied.‘Fucking was, I’ve never felt like that before. I think missing some limbs makes my orgasms more intense.’ Lily replied.‘Really? Well, based on that it would seem you’re right.’ Jamie. She knew what I had just seen and she liked it.The club secretary then introduced our model as Lucy and that Lucy was happy to fulfil any request as to how she should pose. He switched on some smooth music on the club system so we would not be working in silence and the shoot began. As the cameras started clicking and a few videos began recording, the requests for poses were fairly reserved, “Stand up, sit down, cross your legs, reach out an arm, pout at the camera” etc. Lucy was reveling in.