There is fascination in her eyes. Adoration for herself. She kneels. Offers her throat to the sunlight, hides her breasts behind her hands. Her nipple... dart between her nails. She lowers herself, spreading her legs to expose her bright pink pussy. Her right hand slides along her hips, hovers over her bellybutton. It stops. For the first time, her eyes avoid the lens."Rien n'est interdit." Nothing is forbidden.You catch a mad smile as she turns away from the camera.She does not know shame. Quickly you dress in the clothes now before you a silk and lace baby doll style gown coming just to the middle of your but barley covering your folds in front. Next is a long satin gown full length flowing right to the floor and trailing behind you. It is cut so as to be tied at waist accentuating your soft curves and is deep plunging leaving the front open and the baby doll top as your blouse. You reach down and slip the 4” heels on at first you wobble not used to the high thin heels but soon. Zack retrieved something for David from a drawer – some kind of ID tag, and some keys. Both went into his pocket. Zack crossed his arms to lean against his desk and we stood there, chatting, in a three-way conversation. David and Zack discussed the layout of the complex, and Zack kept asking me questions. Suddenly we were talking about my parents. David didn’t react in the slightest as I spouted my bullshit ‘sales’ story again. Just as well, because I was supposed to be good at this sort of. .”He was eating out of the palm of my hands at this.“So, I found a guy with a special cock… his cock,” I giggled a little, knowing he would eat it up, “it was only three inches!”He smiled, now standing full and slightly throbbing. I ran my hand up his velvety hardness, having perfected my hand techniques when I felt bad about not being able to have fast sex. I milked it, massaging it around the parts he told me were most sensitive. He loved hard pressure and a soft pull to the side at the base.