"What kind is it?" It's a Canon 35mm SLR digital." Well, take it out and let's get started."I ignored the double entendre and unpacked the camera and ...ens. When it was together I paused a minute to survey my model. Angela was wearing a rather conservative wine colored suit with a skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. The blouse was white and opened at the throat. A simple string of pearls surrounded her delicate neck. The only hints of sexuality were the shoes. With ankle straps and heels. Bailey panicked as she cried out and ran to his corner thinking he'd done wrong, watching as his Master knelt on the bed next to her, stroking her hair and quietly telling her to breathe as she started to relax, his cock inches away from her face, hard and glistening as a drop of precum trickled down it. Dipping slightly, he rubbed his cock across her lips slowly, watching as the drops smeared over her mouth like shiny lipgloss as she began to come to her senses. "Stick out your tongue for me. “Thanks,” she said, opening the drink and taking a drink. “I was pretty thirsty; I had a pretty good workout this morning.”“Right Ms...”“Andrews, Heather Andrews.”“Heather, can I call you Heather?”“Yes,” she said, taking another sip of the soda.“Heather, I understand you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”“I wouldn’t call it an ordeal, it was really very nice.”“Nice? He was your brother wasn’t he?”“Yes, but you just don’t know. We do look a lot alike, not identical mind you, but I’ve always. I turned slightly to my right as John put his arm around my waist. The movement caused his hand to glide across my bottom. At least I thought it was me turning towards him, but once I was facing him he didn’t remove it. He leaned into me and whispered again, “Are you not having fun?” On the word fun he gripped my cheek. I gave a slight squeal and leaned into him. We were so close and for the first time ever I was staring into his deep brown eyes. I was completely lost. John’s other hand.