I had well over two grand invested in the camera and lenses.Since I hadn’t been a professional photographer when I bought it, I didn’t have any ba...kup equipment. That is one of the reasons I was interested in shooting the Panasonic camera with the Leica lens. Most likely it would convince me to break down and buy another Nikon. I shot a picture of the landing. And one of a tree trunk with an orange paint mark on it. I also shot a picture of a duck swimming near the dock. I shot ten test images. I want you to step down on the bulge in my pants and feel how hard I get just playing with your feet. I whip my dripping cock out, dizzy with desire. I sit down and let you step on my dick with your warm, soft feet, pressing it hard against the cold floor. You put your weight on my aroused dick for an aching moment and then let go, over and over again. I am ready to burst. I want to take my time and suck on each of your toes, tasting a little of my own pre-cum, getting them wet. I run my hard. I was so frustrated that I felt like crying and then I felt his finger inside my wet cunt. "My my, what a wet little bitch you are," he crooned softly. "You are making this far, to easy and quick. We need to slow you down just a little." That was when I felt the first dry touch of the wooden clothespin slowly releasing the spring tension on the tender flesh of my pussy lips. I was so engorged from nearly cumming that the pressure of the clip was incredible. But the pain was superceded by. It just happened to take us a little longer to get there… ‘So, I’m in this robe, and, you’re in a suit,’ she said, looking me up and down as I sat on the sofa. ‘While you do look good, I think you would look even better if you were to lose a layer or two…’ I quickly tried to wriggle out of my jacket while still seated, but she moved forward and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back against the cushion. ‘I didn’t say anything about YOU doing that, did I?’ she asked, her nose touching.