The top was a star over my nipple and a blue background. Then a black line to simulate a bikini strap. It took about ten minutes to do and looked like...a ten minute job, but it was her shoot not mine."How about giving me a little extra time. If we can make this work it, will mean more work for you down the road. The exposure will be at least regional, if not national, as well as local of course." You take me to dinner and I'll stay till you are finished," I vaguely remembered someone saying. As we chatted we updated each other on what we’d been doing since those far-off schooldays. Helen successfully completed a medical degree (at Cambridge no less) after finishing her A levels – which was probably the last time I saw her – and started working as a junior doctor locally. She married her first real boyfriend (a real jerk who I also remembered from school – about as much charisma as a half-eaten kebab) but it didn’t last long as he was too dull and controlling. They would never go. I know I should have at least pretended I was part ladyand not all whore, but my itch had been itching forhours and I wasn’t in any mood to play games. I immediately broke out in shivers when I wassandwiched firmly between their two strong young bodies.Their hot hands were all over me, rubbing and squeezingmy firm brown-sugar titties and parting my luscious darkouter lips to get at my bright pink insides. With theirhands all over me and a hard dick in each of my hands,my irritating. I was slim and had a generous rack of tits on me, and knew how much he adored my body.I felt him crawl on top of me, the warm weight of his body pinning me to the mattress, and my pussy started to tingle. His modest 7 inch dick jabbed into my ass inadvertently, until he spit into his fingers and rubbed it on the tip. Then he was aiming it right at my cunt for just a moment before he sunk into my hole.I gasped at the intrusion, preferring a bit more warm-up but content to please him. He pounded.