My eyes lit up, “Well, then you ought to get a bunch more pictures so you, and your friends, – all your friends – can all think about fucking me silly, right?”
“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Gunter,” he responded with a bright smile and got down on one knee to frame the first shot with the menu above my saturated, unguarded pussy, my hard-teeted breasts above. I wondered, felt sure, that my clit was engorged such that it must be visible to him. I hoped it was, for him, for all of them, to see and yearn to taste, imagining themselves flicking it with their tongues, teasing it with their fingers, and slamming into it as they drove their swollen phalluses deep into me repeatedly.
Another forty-two followed. I viewed each and cropped my face out of them all, after we first sent them all on to Tony who was enthusiastic in support, and even suggested a couple pictures for us. The last was another “proof of reality” selfie picture with Roberto kneeling beside me, my bush and tits showing to the left of his smiling face against my side. Nobody could see his other hand grabbing my ass…. Tony knows, he suggested it!