“He wants’ an erotic photo shoot, with us making love,” she told me, “He wants’ it to be a very intimate photo shoot where nothing is hidden...” “How intimate?” I asked. “Very intimate,” she replied, “With lots of very close up shots of Robert licking and fucking my pussy, it will be very, very intimate,” she continued, "A friend who Robert works with is an armature photographer and he will be taking the pictures." “Oh, I see,” I replied, “And you don’t want to do it?” “Oh no that’s not it,”. I couldn’t resist.At that time, it felt like a good enough reason, so I slid back into his arm. He pulled my skirt towards up, exposing my milky thigh. His touch! It was erogenous. No man had ever touched me so intimately. At that moment, I knew I want him to touch all of me.He started caressing my thigh with his finger. First one, then two, then three fingers, and soon he was caressing me with his full palm. Just when I wanted him to caress with more pressure, he put his right hand back on my. ‘Don’t get carried away, you two. You have an audience. Please…enlighten us.’ He took the microphone away and the whispers in the lecture hall faded away. As the professor backed up to give us comfortable space Jeremy and I locked gazes. I stepped up to him again, pressing my body against his, and as I met his glorious eyes I made a miniscule head nod just for him. Just like before, one of his hands locked the back of my hair, but his grip was tighter. The other went to my waist and grasped me. All of this activity was highly suspicious, of course, but a handful of greased palms ensured Kingpin's shipments went unmolested by the PDNY. Miles had overheard his father grumbling about it when they went out for birthday pizza a few weeks ago and had decided to do a little nocturnal investigating of his own.If only he'd been a little more cautious.He'd done some snooping around using his handy camouflage ability, and what he'd found inside those containers confirmed his worst fears; Kingpin.