He said nothing, but simply stared at the picture intensely as he pumped his meat. Moving beside him, Hermione tried to match his pace with her finger...s. She locked her eyes on Ron as she churned he pussy juices. Without Ron's barrage of filth, there was only the thudding noise, the sploshing sounds her fingers were making, and everyone else's snoring. In two minutes time, Ron was squirming again, breathing heavily, and pumping feverishly. Hermione was softly moaning Ron's name and shaking. There was a string of drool dripping down my chin like I was really enjoying myself. My stomach dropped I couldn't for the life of me remember him taking pictures. I looked around the parking lot to see if anyone had witnessed this, luckily I work different hours than most so I was pretty much out there on my own. Why had I told him where I worked...?That night and the next day took forever. I tried to think of a way out of this although I knew I had to see him, he had made that clear. I. Yes sir i said.He turned his camera on and bent me over the end of his bed.Fucking crack...shit that hurt i said He laughed and said thats why your here isnt it.For every whack you pussy out of, you can suck my cock he said.CRACK..harder...CRACK....enough i said tears forming in my eyes.He pushed his cock into my face, i opened for him and he started to push it into my mouth.He face fucked me for a couple of minutes.Back over his bed. CRACK...CRACK...CRACK... i cant take this i said.Another. Their unisex bathroom is really a mess.”Wow, I got three sentences out of her. I said, “So I saw this place and it looked pretty good.” I offered no explanation of how I’d gotten off the train in Chelsea instead of the Village. Then I realized the details of that probably didn’t matter.She said, “I like coming here.”That was good; I wouldn't be tempted to say, do you come here often? I thought of asking her if she lived nearby, but it was too early for that.So again the ball was there to hit..