Full breasts. Lips that would make any man’s mind wonder. If she knew how much I desired her, I am sure she’d fire me. She knows I watch her with ...her lovers. I watch as they fuck her. She has even caught me massaging my dick as I watched her. But I do not think she knows how bad I want her.She is always wearing sexy clothes. Not trashy. Sexy. Sensual. Suits and silks. Lace. She smells like heaven. Never cheap perfumes. I have watched as my mistress let some man (or two) fuck her. I recall a day. Do you want me to..." No," I said firmly, "I'll do it. You get the stick." I frowned at myself for I had this resolute determination to be the one to do this, "Miss, I'm going to reach under you and carry you to the pavement, okay?"She didn't say anything but twisted slightly so I could lift her up and she gave a slight grunt of pain as I held her against me with my left arm under her knees and my right supporting her upper body. In a moment, I was standing on the sidewalk with the taxi driver. When she took the photos she was so close I could feel her warm breath on my balls as she shot picture after picture of me masturbating and cumming for her.She loved to suck my cock head during the photo shoot and after I had cum. It was fun and very arousing for me to see how much she loved to take photos of my dick. I think she like it as much as I loved taking photos of her body as she masturbated. We took turns do it for each other.She loved to try and pose sexier than the last time.. She turned around, looked at me and said, ” but this is wrong!!” I pulled her towards me and said to her that I know but at least you can give me a one last chance to remember this whole thing by.She planted a deep kiss on my lips. my tongue was exploring her mouth. All of a sudden both of us were like two prisoners of passion, we could give a damn if someone would walk into the room right now and catch us in the act. I just wanted to feel her silky smooth body with my hands and squeeze her.