I often went into photo studios, usually in Soho, or once Miss Debbie Ann Trent's studio in Stoke, and asked if they had any spare photos. The girls o... reception were usually very nice about it, but never had spare pics, but it was enough for me to ask them the question, knowing I looked every inch a 'perv', and these girls were usually also the models that posed for the photos. One day I went to a studio in Peterborough which I'd seen advertised in the Sport and as usual asked to buy spare. We would get together for weekends often. Our families (parents, brothers & sisters) were clueless as to how our relationship was changing from pals to intimate friends. In-deed we were pretty clueless too, but we were keen to explore and learn, especially me.One weekend when we were in grade 11, I got a question answered.He was bunking in our basement guest room two levels away from snoozing parents and siblings. I snagged a couple Penthouses and went down to see if I could seduce him. The. Mistress Rosa, pulled my skirt up to my waist, exposing me to all and sundry, then put her foot between my legs, pushing my knees apart, so that my pussy was lewdly displayed, the weighted chain dangling down from my clit. They could also see the marks of my recent caning, dark red, livid welts. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘show them your cunt, like a good little slut!’ I obediently reached between my legs, hampered by my wrist-cuffs, and used both hand to spread my labia as wide as I was able,. Harry could fell the pressure building up in his balls. Harry then picked up speed and started pushing harder into her. They were pushing the desk into the back of the room and every other thrust they had to take a step. Harry then grabbed her hips and held her still as he unloaded his cum stream after stream into her. "Sorry prof. but I still can't tell you." Harry gathered up his newfound positions and left back toward the dorm room. He entered and it was deserted because of classes going on.