Back in our bedroom, hiding our acquisitions. "Will you model them for me?" Her reaction made me think it might happen. I love sex in the afternoon, m...ch, much more than at night, tired from the day, full from supper, 'get it over with so I can sleep.' I watched her in the mirror. She slid her pants down, revealing black bikini panties. She moved her shirt over her head, revealing a créme coloured bra. Oh God, thank you, maybe it's going to happen."I'm modeling my old underwear," she. ” With that the truck door closed and she walked out around to the front to meet me. As soon as she rounded the front of the truck her head tilted straight down to my waist area and then as quickly as her head tilted down it shot back up as if she had just caught herself. We stood in front of each other naked except for our sunglasses, hats and shoes. I made it a point not to look down even though I badly wanted to. We made small talk standing in front of each other, deciding where to go. ‘Here is your cab fare reimbursed plus another hundred in compensation.’ Tom was soon running non-stop, making and delivering coffee. A graphics designer with a ridiculously bushy moustache said, ‘Take this back and fetch another. It has a small spill.’ ‘That’s what the paper napkin is for sir.’ ‘I repeat, fetch me…’ ‘Do you want cup and saucer complete with coffee rammed down your turkey-looking throat?’ The entire department hushed. ‘Um, this coffee looks fine… er… Tom wasn’t it?’ ‘Thank you. ” she smirks nervously. Judging by her short breaths and the wet swollen pussy I know for sure if he’s not going to get off on this she sure is.We make to leave but hear the door opening downstairs. He’s home. We quickly dash into the spare room to hide. In passing I comment “I wish I could see the look on his face”. “Oh you will” and points to the camera looking down on the scene and her computer strategically placed on the dresser. “I’ve never done this before but you should be able to.