As I watched, she started to get up. She stretched her arms to the sky and I quickly fired off several shots. That was going to be one of my figure st...dies. Of that, I had no doubt. It was absolutely perfect. Her breasts were drawn upward and her ass was pulled in tight. On her tiptoes, she held that position for at least fifteen seconds, giving me ample time to get the shots I wanted. When she turned to walk to the cottage, I took a deep breath and dropped onto the chair again. I was. I’m in advertising so the more a man pays attention to me the less he cares about what we are talking about. I had on a tight knee length skirt, my usual thigh high sheer black stockings. Other than that I usually wore slight make-up feeling little need to wear anything other than mascara and lipstick.In the end the client was happy and once again my life was peaches and cream. The rain didn’t bother me much because of how fantastic my day had went. I stood there until I heard the familiar. She wouldn't be able to stay, she would have to move. She couldn't bear the thought of their eyes on her, knowing what they had seen.She didn't speak during the the 30 minute journey, just turning over in her mind the scene outside the car and wondering how she had got herself into this mess. Finally he turned into a drive which led to a very grand looking house."Who lives here?" asked Natalie"You'll meet them soon" he said "Come on". He got out of the car. When she didn't follow he came. On the walls are bike posters and more bike posters; posters of road racers and track racers frozen against backgrounds so blurred you feel the wind, posters of BMX bikes and riders soaring off jumps looking so real you want to pick the dirt and mud off your face, barf-inducing posters of X-Game riders hanging upside down in midair above towering ramps, posters of mountain bikers plunging down cliffs, posters of suburban families touring country roads -- helmeted all, of course.Below the.