I pulled her over to sit in front of me, getting my hands on her tummy for a good ten minutes.The sounds of an infant broke the silence. I got up, gav... K a kiss, dried off a bit, and went up to see which infant was calling. I found Xavier taking baby steps while holding onto Sammi. She was humming the ‘Phantom’ music from last night.“Sorry, I wasn’t here sooner, Sammi — I started working out again. I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”“You were taking some personal time. You know I don’t mind. Please make me a better slut for you,? Pet pleaded.Ahh, there is nearly nothing that drives the fundamental core of my energy like the delicious way my Pet begs me to, well, to do anything to him. There is nothing desperate or shameful about begging, not with Pet, as far as I’m concerned. Rather, it is more of a signal, a way Pet communicates that he is approaching that most malleable line. And I thrive on being the one to nudge him right over that line.?You are such a beautiful slut,? I. ” Giggling Amber slipped out of her frumpy dress and under things and stretched out on the beach towel tat I had placed on top of plastic sheet that covered my comforter. “I won’t cut anything except your pussy’s bush. I promise.” Using my bear trimmer, I slowly trimmed her bush down to bare skin. As the plastic guide moved down the sides of her pussy lips, Amber moaned. “Damn, that fucking thing feels better than my vibrator. Keep that up much longer. I threw one of mybeefy arms along the top of the rail and grabbed at the sheet. "You want as much skin as possible; right?" I asked. The photographer's jaw apparently wasn't working; much like the last one.Finally, one of the lighting crew said, "Yeah, man."I nodded and messed with the sheet until it looked at least somewhatnatural as it covered strategic places. "Too bad this isn't a shoot for 'Playgirl'," I heard someone say.I chuckled. It would be a cold day in hell that I took it all off.