" I never made anything up to pick a fight," she said quickly. "If I was pissed off, I had a good reason."I smiled."Garlic salt?" What about it?" she ...sked."You, of course, realize that you could have pointed out the fact that we needed it and asked me to run to the store to get it," I said. "I would have. Sure, I probably would have grumbled a little. OK, a lot, but I would have gone."Instead, you chewed my ass over my insensitivity for almost five minutes before I even realized it was about. If there was one thing I knew I had, it was a great rack. I wore a D-Cup and everyone assumed they were fake because I'm still thin and they're so supple and sit high. All the guys I'd been with couldn't get enough. I slipped my shirt over my head and then slowly removed my pink lacy bra. My hands were shaking. "Mmm," Katy said. "Can I suck them? I want to suck them."I looked back at the man behind the camera and then to her. I nodded. She leaned forward immediately, getting close to my face. It wasn’t until much later that she realized he had mentioned panties. They wanted her to model panties. Little did she know. The photo shoot was set up to become a porn shoot.He led her around the corner to a set like the living room in a typical suburban house. From another direction, two other ladies appeared with racks full of clothes. Sally was delighted and immediately the clothes chatter arose, which is why Sally missed the entrance of the camera crew. It wasn’t until some of the. Not before leaving a voice mail message on his wife’s phone that he was on his way home and would be arriving home at least a day early.It was another Uber ride from the airport to their home. Their home was within a sort of compound which consisted of the home of Paul and his wife, Sally, the slightly larger adjacent house of his fellow Pastor, Bob Harris and his wife, Kathy.The church that they both preached in was about half a mile away over lawns that were used for church picnics and big.