Do you knowanything about it?" Design?" She snorted. "Is that what they call it now. In my day it wasjust dressmaking or tailoring. Is that what you m...an?" Well, yes, I suppose. I know there are courses in fashion andtailoring and that kind of thing, but usually to get in to the goodones you need to be able to show some work you have done. I can buymaterial locally but to find new fabrics is hard. How do people dothat?" Well, you might not think it now, looking at this place, but at onetime,. " The older woman responded. "You're welcome to use someone else, but it'd help if the photographer was known. There are a lot of professionals out there who shouldn't even shoot a wedding." I do know one great photographer," MJ's lips turned into a smile for the first time since Vaughn-Pope had ripped the one MJ had carried in from the receptionist off her face. "Peter Parker." Really?" Vaughn-Pope did not know the name, "And who does Peter Parker shoot?" Spider-man." MJ declared. Standing to my right was Susan, the science teacher. She might be seen as a transitional figure. Though in her early 30’es, she was an old-fashioned type. Her blonde hair set up in a bun, conservative clothing, glasses. Most of her clothing was gone of course, and her conservative tastes did not seem to extend to her lingerie. But they had let her keep the glasses and left her hair-bun undisturbed. Even half-naked she looked almost too prim and proper to be part of this set-up. But of course,. Yes, better to remain a silent observer to her lustful play. She played for just a few minutes, but it seemed like an hour. She was enjoying herself as her left hand clutched the pillow in rhythm to her right hand. Once again she raised her hips, and in addition to seeing her fingers and a glimpse of her pussy, this time they both glistened with her building excitement. I fought the desire to hold my cock, but I quietly pulled down my zipper to let it out. Through all this I had yet to see her.