He photographed as it floated to the floor, I stood naked with two black men in the room. I sat on Peter’s naked thighs, his warmth touching of our naked flesh frightened me, he pulled me back and he was so embarrassingly erect that I could feel his hardness. Porn sex I couldn’t move, my legs were weak and trembling and it was a while before I managed to get to the WC, I cleaned up as best I could with tissue and got dressed. Dave kept saying look at the camera, smile, happy thoughts, look at the camera. What am I going to tell my parents? My parents left their homeland because of the apartheid laws, Papa was a judge there and they’d always had two or three black servants and the new laws were stifling their way of life. At the studio I was paid up front, in cash thank God, then Dave, the photographer poured me a Bakers, there was a lot of it and it was strong but I needed something to quiet my nerves. I was coming to like the feel of that big thick dick pounding me, not the throat but below, it was still painful but with a pain that I could get used to a pain that hurt nicely.
