"Okay, okay. Got one."More terrible waiting. "Naked. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to...me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a. He stood up from the chair, crossed the room so he was standing between her legs. After unfastening his pants, he pushed them to his ankles, bending down to get a good look at her pussy as he pushed his underwear down too. All pink and wet and smelling just the way he was sure it would. He buried his face between her legs for a moment before standing up. Without preamble, he guided his now throbbing cock into her pussy, thrusting into her in one motion. Oh God! She was so tight! Her pussy was. Look we need to loosen up a bit here, Pooja said, why don’t you do a few more dynamic poses, she suggested, and Suraj, take that thing off the tripod, get closer into the shots to see if that makes a difference.Neelam, lay on the bench, feet away from him, her head, at the end of the bench, she arched her back. Suraj came closer for the next round of shots. He snapped a few from behind Neelam’s head, the photograph capturing the ridge of her nose, then over her chin into the valley of her. I cannot look at him. “I’m going to ask you a couple of things and if you say no again, I promise you can leave and you'll never hear from me again,” he says. “Go ahead,” I murmur. “Have you thought of me while we've been apart?” he quietly asks. I nod gently. “Do you miss me?” he asks, moving closer to me. Moistening my chapped lips, my voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Yes.” By now, we are so close that I can feel the heat radiating from him. He smells like body wash and that clean, sharp.