You won't need your other clothes. I brought what you'll wear." I nodded dumbfounded. "We're going to start with a quick session of just you, okay. To...relax you." I nodded and tried to remember to breathe. "That dress will do for this. You ready?" I swallowed hard and nodded.The studio was a large, dark room. A cloudy background of swirling blues and greys hung from the ceiling. Several bright lights were focused on a tall, wooden stool. The camera was a new digital camera. They were not that. Where in the hell is she, damn it!?!? A glance at my wristwatch shows that it’s still early and I tell myself to chill out. She’s probably waiting until the last second so she can put off having to deal with what happened last night. Which automatically takes me to staring at my desk and remembering every second. My erection begins to stir to life as a mental slide show flashes images of Alyssa laid out bare on the desktop, desire blazing from her beautiful blue eyes. Audio must have been. Anyway, at some point over the years, as I slowly became more and more of a sexual deviant, I got the idea that I wanted to fuck her. And before any of you call bullshit due to the time of year right now, this happened quite a while ago.I never actually planned anything out, but I knew I had to make it a painfully slow process to keep her from thinking I was doing anything out of the ordinary. I would start by simply bombarding her with kindness. One day it would just be something like "You. A few hours later after unpacking my stuff and getting settled in, I walked into the kitchen and offered to help with the dinner. The mother turned my offer down and told me to relax in the lounge. As I walked in I saw the 16 year old son on one sofa, leaving a space next to the dad on the other couch. I walked over and sat next to him. He didn't say much but tried hard to stare at the TV so he couldn't see me in my shorts and vest. I wasn't wearing a bra so he'd also be able to see my nipples..