“Oh yeah, just like that,” the photographer said, when Monica went to her knees, her hand on Ulysses’ thigh. She glanced at Dean, smiling at hi... and for the camera simultaneously. “Perfect, perfect! Mon, stand,” he kept taking photos.“Now turn around,” he ordered. Monica complied, smiling over her shoulder, her hand on Ulysses’ stomach, his hand on her back just above her ass.Dean watched intently. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Over the years, he never cared or bothered to look. The attendant nodded and I walked around the counter and followed him through the tie-dyed curtain into the back room. It was small and had lots of clothes on hangers, stuffed in boxes, and otherwise just kind of strewn about. My eye spied the exact same dress hanging on a rack towards the back. It was dark granite gray with charcoal mottling from the stone-washing.“What about that one?” I asked, leaning into his back and rubbing my breasts all over him.I was having a wonderful effect on him.. Despite his expectations, Julian couldn't resist playing with Sandy's butt-crack as he rubbed the soap on it, which prompted her to moan and shiver with delight. Acting on her intuition, the brunette bent over and spread her own cheeks to make it easier for him."I think that someone likes anal play and wants more of it," Julian chuckled, as he fingered her asshole."Yes, Master Julian. Please take my ass," Sandy urged him, surprised at herself and how much she craved sodomy. She had acquired a. Barbara screamed when I told her who I was and immediately started asking me how I was doing. I gave her a brief rundown of the last four years, and asked to speak to Mr. Flushing. After I promised to come to see then when I was up there he finally got to pick up the phone.“Sorry, but I have a meeting in just a few minutes Pete. But I’m glad to hear you are back home.”I told her it was OK, but I wanted just a few minutes of his time. I told him my idea, and he paused. “Hmm, I’m not sure, but.