After he finished undressing, Neilson took a seat on the chair as instructed. Within minutes, two men entered and set up a video camera on a tripod. A...fter aiming it at the 'Cooperation Seat' they gave a slightly embarrassed Neilson brief instructions on its operation then left the room.Neilson sat waiting for what seemed like hours before at long last the door on the other side of the room opened. As the lovely, blond teenager was escorted into the room, Neilson gasped. Not for the last time he. Hammerstein went to protest and Chantelle held up her hand. He stood and strode across in front of us before stopping. Turning to Chantelle, he muttered, "You're all sick."Chantelle shrugged and replied, "I have the photo, Emmanuel."Hammerstein blanched. It looked like he was about to throw up. His wife asked, "What photo?" but she didn't get an answer. He hustled her out of there as quickly as he could.Gardner stood and ground his teeth. He opened his mouth as if to say something but decided. Yes. That's what I want." Sweet boy. Sweet sexy ass. Cumming in your ass." I came then, too. No-hands, but rubbed between two bellies. Mine, young and smooth, his, older and hairy. I felt it spurting out. It made me clamp my ass onto Pete's cock as he pumped the last of his cum into me.God it was good. So intense. I'd never cum like that before. A butt-plug was a distant second place to real cock with a nice man.When it was all over, we lay together on my bed. Facing each other. His hand. They were as I remembered them but it was Heather’s first view and she was excited. I smiled as she exclaimed. Most men at the observation point were watching her as her tits bounced in the halter top. When her skirt flared up, eyes widened in surprise to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties or even a thong under her skirt.Heather didn’t care about how much of her delectable teen body she exposed. She let anyone who wanted to look see her. We had seen enough. She caused a few to gasp when.