Photography isn’t a hobby with me. Seems to me, a redundant and expensive hobby. I am a trained expert observer. My eyes are my camera.Who cares? Pr...ud of my talents and skills, and my career, They made me a good income as a ship’s watch officer. I am always on watch and analyze everything! Until I retired, it was my career and livelihood. What is the most important instrument on a ship’s bridge? The eyes of the navigator! Now I sail where-ever I want, on my own boat. My skills are used for my. I do officially have a job as part of the production, just taking care of the women's needs, including sex. It's the sex I like. The job may have been a joke, which stuck, I do get paid to have sex with porn stars who want it. Plenty do seem to want it though, talk about a dream job.But then there's Kennedy, she was my lab partner when we were doing our doctorates; she was also a friend with benefits. We kept in touch after she graduated, I sort of lined her up as my mistress before I proposed. ” Sally and her mom just watched in amazement as Lenny helped Rob to his feet, and they just stood there, one hand on the other’s shoulder. After a few seconds, they both just patted each other on the back. It was as close to a hug as either of them would go, but the meaning was clear: They were still best friends. Sally broke the silence. “I will NEVER understand boys.”Amanda laughed at that one, and Rob piped in, “Good, then stay away from them, y’hear?”Sally retorted, “Oh, pooh. I’ll stay. I’ll do anything! Just let me cum!”It was obvious she was very, very close to an orgasm. She looked hopefully at William, but he mouthed back at her, “One more.”Her body arched and thrashed as the scream tore from her mouth. The lights on the tips of the metal brassier were glowing bright red indicating that severe electric shocks were jolting her body.Then the lights went out for a moment and the green light began to flicker. “Please, please, please,” she sobbed. “Please, Master, let me.