“What kind of shit?” Jesse asked. “Well for starters you can get those titties without the shirt. Then if you can get her with a cock in her you can cash babe in. You get the little blonde whore on the end of a black cock and you can really cash in.” Hank said, calmly as if he was explaining a simple assignment. “Now, how am I going to do that?” Jesse said with a smirk. “It all depends on how serious you are. You want to really do this right we can get together and see what we can do.” Hank said with a smile, counting up the money he thought he could make with this hotshot camera and a kid willing to use it. “What do you have in mind?” Jesse asked, also thinking he had hit the mother lode. Hank snickered japanese and got up and closed the door. He walked back over to Jesse, put his arm around his shoulder and started to explain how they were going to make each other rich. Every time she fingered herself, now, she found her mind wandering back to that fateful afternoon: the mystery, the domination, the intense orgasms. She and her husband would watch the videos every few times they fucked, and after several months they started talking about how to go about doing it again. When it got warm enough she would just leave the door open again whenever she masturbated, hoping for the best. Then she started tying a red balloon to the mailbox as well. By the time her birthday rolled around again, she was starting to think it would never happen. She lay on the bed with a dildo in each hand, sucking on one and teasing her pussy with the other. She tried to recreate the feeling of being double penetrated, but it just amateur wasn't the same. Her husband watched from the monitor in his office closet, with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his hand. He loved watching her pleasure herself, and last year when that trio of men in masks had invaded their home and fucked his wife on their bed in the next room, he had cum three times watching it on the monitor. His wife got up and went to the nightstand. She wore a slutty black dress, flowing and backless, that looped around the back of her neck for easy removal. It was floor length with slits up the sides to her ribs and a neckline that plunged almost to her navel. Underneath it she wore only a black string bikini, with bra and panties tied on the sides in bows. She kicked off the strappy stiletto heels she had been wearing and clasped soft, strong manacles to her wrists, attaching them to each other like handcuffs. Then she blindfolded herself to help her imagination bloom and, walking unsteadily back to the bed, lay down again and resumed her sexual focus. In about ten minutes she was panting hard and striving to cum. And that's when she heard it: the sound of a door creak. Hear heart skipped a beat. "Maybe they're back," she thought, and quickened her pace. The house was silent again but the very implication was enough to send her careening over the edge japan of her orgasm in no time at all. Her orgasmic cries were lusty and genuine, and she let them ring through the house especially loudly. She knew her husband liked to hear her cumming and she hoped against hope that the intruders would return. When she heard footsteps in the hall outside her door she sat up, waiting, heart racing. She heard the door opened and multiple people step in, maybe three. She leaned forward asian on her arms, pivoting her legs behind her as she sat there taking shallow breaths, unsure of what to do. She could hear them undressing and she got up on her hands and knees, hoping to put thoughts of double-teaming her in their minds. She spread her legs and coyly tried to look away with feigned shyness. Her heart was pounding its deafening drumbeat in her ears as all three of them mounted the bed from each side. Because japanese right after that word came out of her mouth, she started whimpering like a little lost puppy, and I felt her vaginal muscles begin rhythmically clamping down around my shaft. “Shh, you have babe to be patient.” Mark was fucking her missionary. "The fuck you mean, suddenly different now?" he barked. Her brow furrowed more. “How could I not worry about it? Are those things real?” “So good baby, so good, I am close, so close, watch me squirt, love you watching, watch me,” and we do as she tenses, groans and squirts a huge stream for must be three feet over the japan sauna floor. That wouldn't surprise me at all. From my there were few guests only as my family is very small there were very few people that we could invite. I asian let her feel and explore for a few moments before I amateur stepped away from her and said.