I then told her to lift her legs way up in order to lift her ass up a little off the table. I was then able to get shots of her asshole and cunt, just... awesome pictures. She reached around under her butt and using her middle finger, was able to finger her own asshole. I was shooting pictures as fast as I could. Then suddenly my mom moved in, placing her head between June's legs and began licking her asshole. She paused many times to give me the opportunity to get shots of this hot action. It was. "Seems to me you've got the same thing in mind. Ever make it with a black man before?" No," she answered, her voice quivering that single syllable word, and then gathering her courage, "but I've always had this fantasy of being dominated by a dark handsome stranger." Flattery, I like that in a slave," I whispered, "now eat up, you're going to need your strength," and I placed her left hand on the bulge in my trousers, "because I think you'll need it this afternoon."Sable was nude and on her. Finding the correct doorway, the masseur opened the door and led me inside. It was hardly a room - more like a large closet with a waist-high wooden shelf on one wall and several hooks and clothes hangers on the opposite wall. The masseur placed and spread the clean sheet on the wooden shelf and then tenderly put both hands on the sides of my face and gently kissed me.He began removing my clothes and hanging them up. I gently kissed him and began removing and hanging his clothes. When we were. He set his playlist to random and lied back down, hoping that the music would distract him. He drifted once more into the rift between being asleep and awake, cursed with his fever even in his dreams. During his waking moments, he was either drinking water or throwing up. The only reason why nature wasn’t calling was because he was sweating so profusely. The music didn’t distract him as he had hoped, so much as permeate his unconscious mind. One song in particular came up, “House of the Rising.