She had just been playing with Camille - being a bitch.Camille's tongue tentatively explored my lips, pushing between them looking for my tongue to pl...y with hers. I had a hand behind her neck pulling her face close to mine, with my other hand groping at her pointy tits with their puffy nipples.When we broke our lengthy kiss, Camille placed a hand under each of her beautiful tits and offered them to me - to lick and to suck. Her nipples had hardened under my attentions. I gleefully accepted her. We didn't know you were bringing a gun to the shoot. You look like you are locked and loaded," Rita said.Anna couldn't help but to look, and see it for herself. Judging by the look on her face, she was impressed."Damn, you are packing, John," Anna said.I never slept with any of the women I photographed, I guess it was an ethical thing. Also, I loved working with them, and I thought that might screw up the great business relationship I had with them. As with every other photo shoot, after I took. She came back quietly and pulled me up and took me to our room, locking the door behind us.A very torrid, but quiet fuck between us had started immediately after she started some music to lessen our potential of being heard.She wanted no foreplay apparently being as frustrated as I had been. Our first connection was me on top and pounding quietly into her all-consuming twat. After her orgasm and my near sac-emptying load of Michael Milk, she rolled me on my back and rode me, sitting up so I. Like I touched you.’ Her words were breathy, and uneven, but not hesitant in the least. Gently I rolled her over, and situated myself on top of her, my legs on either side of her. Pressed chest to chest, I was on top of her for the first time really, instead of just beside her. I kissed her gently, and looked into her eyes. ‘Are you ok with me like this?’ I asked. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally trigger some kind of bad memory for her. She nodded. ‘Yes. I’m ok…more than ok. Please.