Elaine didn't like the tone of voice he suddenly used. She was drunk, but not completely blitzed. Something strange was going on - something that prob...bly started while she was talking in the other corner of the room."Yes. I'm tired, and I want to go home." Elaine said, straightening herself up in front of Peter."Well, if you want to see her she's in there," the old man slurred as he pointed at the first bedroom door.Elaine looked in that direction, then turned back to Peter. He was smiling a. Looking around the room I saw the absolute mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drops of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the poor cashier girls having to clean up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to leave with the stolen dress.I opened the door and began. When he had finished he told me what had been said. The guy was more than willing to pay me £50 for an hours photo session, he would book a hotel room in Preston and we would meet him on the Saturday to do the shoot. I was taken aback by the development but also excited at the same time, I was used to guys taking my photos during my teenage years and as I say hubby used to snap me all the time, but I was a 22yo blonde BBW, and I worried that I might not meet up to this guy's expectations when. What an interesting and elaborate ruse she had concocted. He looked at her, she was a cute girl, he had noticed that even in the morning and decided he might enjoy this evening after all. And he had complete faith in Patrick and so would trust his involvement. “Well, if we are going to go through with this evening’s plans, whatever they might entail, we need to change your clothes. I don’t want to spend the evening with a girl whose outfit looks like a cross between an organ grinder and his.