This was fantastic. I let out a moan without realising it. She had placed her left hand on my backside and was gently pulling me into her. What would...it be like to be her? Could I imagine my hands on those pert, athletic tits? I shuddered in pleasure at the thought and she pulled me right in, squeezed my cock tight and almost swallowed it. Oh,my God! I was going to cum! I had to get out now! But she was sucking me into her, and masturbating me better than I could myself, and as she pressed on. " I still wasn't sure what happened.Again, she just said, "Oh." But, she ignored that mess and started cleaning me up. That tickled a bit, but was strangely erotic.It got really good when she got to my dick, it was still a bit sensitive, so I said, "Careful." And she treated it more gently. That started me getting interested again, and I started getting stiff again. I rearranged myself to be leaning against the headboard, propped up on the pillows, and told her, "Carry on." And she did. It was. What did you have in mind?’ A quarter hour later, Mike was clapping Paul on the shoulder as they walked back to the Jeep. ‘Brilliant work in there. That silent thing handing over the shot, that was genius! Just the right amount of mystique to incite his curiosity. Couldn’t have done it better myself. I’d better be careful, saying things like that or I’ll be out of a job.’ ‘Hardly! It wasn’t a ploy. It was the only portrait shot I had. You could have warned me.’ ‘Honestly, I didn’t have a clue. ."And then I remembered I had stripped myself naked. A huge wave of embarrassment went right through me just remembering that. I took a deep breath and got up from the sofa, still my head feeling like it had just gotten rammed into by a boulder. I walked slowly to the corner where I remembered stripping naked, but my dress and underwear weren't there. I looked in the surrounding area, though not too hard because I was just so hungover. Couldn't find it."Where the fuck are my clothes?" I mumbled.