In a mixture of awe and compassion I stepped closer to him, he lifted his head slightly to my eye level. I reached out and place a hand gently on each...of his cheeks. So soft they were. I ran my left hand tenderly down his neck and again was surprised at how silk soft he was, even while looking so tough. He sensed my surprise and like a chameleon changed the color of the skin beneath my hand from a lovely deep forest blue-green to pitch black, and with it the texture changed from warm softness. There was a stairway, both up and down. He led me up into the house. Apparently, this was his place and he lived upstairs. He unlocked the door at the top of the stairs, opened, and led me inside.Once inside, our lips never left each other except to remove our shirts. I think we were naked in one second flat, but that can’t be right. We kissed, made out, snogged, nibbled neck, licked ears, groped each other’s body. His body was firm and hairy, his lips firm and gentle. I could feel his. "I'm a photographer, for real..." he handed me his card, "...and I'd like to get you in for a shoot sometime."I just kind of rolled my eyes."The pay starts at $50 per hour."What did he say?"I'm sorry, how much did you say?"He laughed and then went into explaining the details and how it was all on the 'up and up' and in my excitement at the thought of having my bills caught up I agreed to do an eight hour shoot with him.That Saturday I met him at his studio and there was a guy on lighting, a. I jumped on her but she pushed me and asked me to follow her. She was teasing me and I had to follow her. She walked in front of me. Her ass was swaying in such a way that I just wanted to grab it, slap them red and then pound her hard. But I controlled myself. I followed her.She opened the backdoor of the car and asked me to get in. I did and she entered behind me and locked all the doors. I was confused about what the hell is she up to? Then she fetched a whiskey bottle and two glasses from.