Get up, go to school, stare at some tits, come home, stare at some more tits. And then somewhere between staring at tits and staring at more tits I go...t a text message from my mate. Nothing out of the ordinary, asking if I'd like to meet up with him in the park, by the old shed up the back. I replied saying "Of course! I'll bring my football. See you then". And with that I got dressed and left.I stood around for 5 minutes before texting my mate, asking him where he was. He replied by saying. I rushed out to the living room area to find her in a red rubber dress with matching gloves. She had changed for Steve, one of the lucky men that gets to have sex with her. Steve is a tall, muscular, black man with a long, thick cock. He has been here numerous times and he always fucks her well. Mistress, would you or your friend like anything? Were fine on drinks but we were thinking about having some fun. Why dont you come over here, my little sissy maid, and help Steve get real hard for me.. Then she would be in hell. Yet only moments after returning to his room did the idea come upon him. Was this not the chance he was hoping for? Well, it wasn't exactly as he hoped for, nor what he planned.It took only seconds to load his camera with low light film, thirty-six exposures and return to the living room. Tami lay as he left her.He stood over her semi-comatose body contemplating the step he was about to undertake. This was more than simply capturing a faraway image - this time he. It was just a selfie of her captioned yes of course, what’s up? (She was agreeing not to open my snaps when there were other people around). I took a photo of the ceiling, captioned it I’m horny. Other that than, not much., and sent it. Kristen replied immediately. It was a selfie where she was clearly laughing. I thought you were gonna say something serious lol. She sent another, this time a selfie of her looking up and to the side, away from the camera. And you’re always horny lmao. Maybe.