This was the first time I realised that I didn’t want to be just a picture taker but a professional. I arrived at his studio, he is well known so f...r safety I will call him John. The first shoot shadowing him he shouted at me a lot, nothing I did was right or I was always in the road. I watched as models took their clothes off and changed into whatever the client had asked John to portray without any changing rooms just there in front of everyone. I hope you understand that I was a young. His second wife had made it clear this was simply a political move on her part, she was doing her duty as a good daughter and the land deal made the marriage a worthwhile venture. The passion had been thin at best and for the last many years had faded until none of it remained. He watched her joy at each goblet and remembered his own bride’s pride in her dowry and trousseau. He would be journeying shortly to deliver this precious young woman to her new family, her new husband. He considered. One night, he brought a framed sheet of paper which he mounted on the wall right below where my whip was mounted on the wall just outside my bedroom. He placed it at eye-level as if I was kneeling facing the wall. He had been teaching me the proper positions and postures of a submissive. Kneeling in the “Nadu” position at that location I would be looking directly at the picture frame.Anyone entering my apartment their eyes would no doubt be directed at the whip hanging on the wall and a picture. All at once, you are pulling at me,,, dragging me on top of you…. You want your COCK!!! We settle to one another, our lips sucking at each other, our tongues twisting furiously… Then it is ‘THERE’!!! The head of it splitting your pussy slightly. I feel you grind incessantly, almost insanely. Then, it is magically inside you, like it BELONGS there! Your eyes flash, decidedly feverish, and your ankles lock around the back of my knees, as you begin to move under me. All at once I am like in a.