I like to think of myself as a good photographer. I have done decent photoshoots. Some along with my friend at weddings, engagements and other functio...s.Since my friend always loves an extra pair of hands he pays me quite well for the help with shoots. My friend owns a studio and he also used to take photoshoots for women alone. Once due to my friend’s tight and hectic schedule, I was the scapegoat to be sent.I was sent to meet a client, a married woman named Shreya. Shreya was a Mallu settled. ” She took a sip of her cup, leaned back on the counter and said, “We need to talk.”“What about?”“I don’t think you have what it takes to be a Top and I know Ann does not have an ounce of ability in that direction. So I would like to propose to you first, that I become your Bitch Mistress for the two of you this summer.” Her green eyes stared at me as if she could read every thought that flashed through my mind. It would have been a neat trick if she could, because they stormed through my. He admired her a little longer and then beckoned her to cross the room. Pushing his chair back further, he patted his lap. With an obedient nod, she laid herself over his thighs, her ass neatly presented to him. He ran his palm over the curve of her cheek, squeezing it firmly and enjoying the way it felt through the fabric of her skirt.Sneaking a hand under the bottom edge of her skirt, he caressed her legs, enjoying the way her skin felt through her pantyhose. The smoothness was exciting and. She took my hand and placed it on her breasts, I could feel the cum oozing out of my rock hard cock.She whispered to me: "you may touch me". I had t control myself my hands wanted to grab those titties my fingers wanted to thrust deep inside her, but I kept my cool, and gently massaging her breast. She slowly slide her hand into my pants, "O" she said " raise by your hand".... I just blushed. the whole time I was quite did not say a thing, not because I didn't know what to say, I was just.