There was no return address andno postmark."This was delivered by hand." I stated."Some of the best things are." she replied. I turned the noteover in...my hand and tried to think of what the words couldpossibly mean."It's a riddle all right." I muttered to myself.Olivia took a checkbook and a pen from her purse."How much is your retainer?"She seemed ready to write down any number I chose. I reached acrossthe desk and put my hand over hers, closing the checkbook."I couldn't take a dime from you. Matching bands at her elbows marked the billowing sleeves. The cape she had worn earlier was gone revealing the porcelain skin of her bustline, ample, pure, delicately pushed upwards …revealing..ravishing…a gold cross hung from her neck nestling in her cleavage. ‘ Forgive my state of undress, m’lady, ‘ I apologized, ‘I was unprepared to have ….’ In two steps she was in my arms. Her mouth crushed to mine. I felt the heat of her against the nakedness of my chest, her arms clinging to my shoulders. I was so relieved that the agency had found me a nice chap. I knew straight away that he would be OK. I re-entered the main studio where Adam had set up the lighting against the natural stone wall where there was an ornamental fire place. It was a nice change from the usual artificial back drop or bedroom setting that Graham used to use. Once I was settled in and comfortable I did a few poses in the dress including a few more risqué ones, but nothing over the top, just a bit of cleavage and. It was that of Sophia face down in her bed and away from the door with her ass lifted off the bed and two fingers noisily moving in and out of her cunt, deep and fast. His mind then wandered to all those times he had seen Sophia buck naked, like in the shower. Or when she was changing clothes in front of Jackie, her slender body without an ounce of extra fat on it, her shapely ass and legs, from the front her thighs and her clean-shaven crotch formed an almost perfect heart shape. Her breasts.