I’d done this countless times and needed very little if any direction. There was a small throng of people behind the photographer, mostly production assistants and some technical people who were fiddling with their equipment. Once the photographs started though, their attention was drawn to me and less on their duties on the set. “Okay Madi, let's lose the top,” Mr. Cross said. I reached behind my back and untied the little bikini top and my 34D breasts immediately fell free. The production assistant approached me and I handed the top half of the bikini to her. Once she was out of the shot, the photographs continued for a minute or so while I went moved from pose to pose. “Okay Madi, suck on your nipple, and then we can move on.” There it is. I smiled sweetly. “Yes, Mr. Cross.” I’d worked with him enough to know that he’d want a shot of me sucking on my nipple and I had almost taken my breast into my mouth without his direction. However, I was certain it made him feel better when threesome he could direct me a little and feel like he was in charge. I took one of my breasts in my hand and sucked on my nipple while giving the camera a slutty, pouty look. A few seconds later, Alex spoke. “That looks divine, now let's lose the bottom.” “Yes, Sir.” I slid the skin-tight lycra bottom of the bikini down my thighs and stepped out of it. Again, the production assistant approached me and took the small thong bottom from my hand. The photographer started clicking away again while I moved from pose to pose. He took shots near the pool, shots by the large boulder, and we finished while I laid down on a large, white Balencia chaise amateur lounge. I made sure my legs were open in most of the shots and I used two of my fingers to hold the lips of my vagina open and even dipped them inside several times as I changed poses. For the last several shots, I got on my hands and knees and spread my legs open wide. I knew Mr. Cross would want shots of my asshole and I was always good at anticipating the pictures he expected before he asked. Again, I held the lips of my vagina open and gave the photographer my best slutty, pouty look which I knew he’d like. Just as we were finishing photographs, a tall, African-American man opened the door to the backyard and approached Mr. Cross. He was wearing khaki shorts, tennis shoes, a navy-blue collared skirt with “Dirk’s Pool Maintenance” embroidered on the chest. Mr. Cross broke into Hardcore a big smile when he saw him. “Dirk, perfect timing, we’re ready for you.” “Good, I’m glad public I’m not late.” The production assistant came pov up to me and handed me the bikini. The lady that answered the phone tells me that one lady wants a red one, one threesome wants a blue one, one wants a black one, one wants a white one, and the last lady wants a silver one. Our mouths opened on contact and our tongues found their way into each other’s mouth.” amateur I enhanced my exploits as best as my imagination would allow. One of the bikers, the one they called Bull, crushed his empty beer can and threw it on the ground. “Thank you so much, Helen. “That I never have Hardcore fucked you since he and I started dating in college. The dirty talk, and admitting to both of us that I truly was just a horny slut drove me over the edge. “And you?” If I ever had a daughter, I would never make her cry like this. She stopped moving immediately but it was pov too late, and public within a few seconds, to Liam's embarrassment, his cock was fully erect and pressed against his sister's ass and lower back.