“Uh m-m-my name is D-Darren,” he stammered and mentally smacked himself. Way to look confident! “Darren,” he purred. “I like it.” The grey...eyes darkened with desire to a silver shade. Darren looked away from the sight, not liking the way his heart rate sped or the tingle he felt below his belt. When he was sure he’d gotten his body under control, he looked back up into his eyes. “Uh thank you I guess… and thank you for the sheets and the pillow. What-what-ah… what’s your name?”“Cross,” he said. I shaved from the tops of my knees to the tops of my thighs with a bladerazor and shaving gel and then my chest and hands. I had earlier smearedhair removal cream over my buttocks, arse crack and crotch; I also puthair remover on the small of my back. After about twenty minutes ofshaving, it was into the shower. I showered all over, washed away the hairremover and shampooed my hair. Whilst I was there I also gave my backpassage a good douche.Some of you may think that I am providing more. ." Sarah teases. "I trust you'll be happy with wearing areally sexy bodysuit and skirt for me on Sunday?" Always," I giggle, cuddling Sarah closer."Good," Sarah says. "I've got a feeling this Sunday will be our bestshoot yet..."We stay on the sofa until early evening, when Beverly returns home withour takeaway dinner. After bidding a reluctant farewell to Sarah, Ieventually return to my own home just before 9pm, where I again crash onthe sofa, this time alone."First week done!" Mum coos. "How. " I know this guy, I play football with him, works in a processing lab," he said, "I could asked him?" Yeah great," I said, "but it must be on the QT, ok." When we got home I took the coat out of the boot and retrieved the camera. It was a top quality digital compact, he was going to be really pissed when he finds it gone. The coat too was of good quality and almost new; it fitted me perfectly. Over half of the capacity of the onboard memory was used and because it was digital, no processing.