.NOW!" "I'm going home...." Not till I see those wobblers...get them fucking out....NOW" Ok....then I'm outa here....your a fucking pervert" Yes...I a.......same as you....now when I want to see your knockers, or ya silky smooth pusssyyyy!!! You show me....immediately....got it?" He growled at her, leaning forward in his chair for emphasis...."that's it.....oh....get that fucking bra off....yes....that's it...oh nursey Sylvie.....they are one hell of a set of tits...look at those. The fire in her eyes told the whole story about the last hour.We walked and talked about how both of us had enjoyed very little sex in the last few years. Janet, because her husband was cheating on her, and me, because my ex-wife just gave up on life after turning forty.We also discussed the next photoshoots we needed to do and realised that although my house worked as a backdrop for some of what Janet wanted to do, it wasn’t enough.We agreed to meet again tomorrow to try to get some more shots. Including men, if they were lucky enough to pass the job interview!George followed obediently as the assistant's nylons hissed their waythrough the shop and along a small corridor and up one flight of stairs,utterly breathless as he admired the tightness and shimmer of hisguide's skirt as it shaped around her girdled posterior, falling away tothe satin-lined hem that snuggled cosily against her nyloned calves."Your wife is in the private fitting rooms through there sir!" shepointed along. “I’m by myself, just arrived last night.” I tell him as I move the nozzle to blast air down my body.“Me too. I was told that the weather was going to be gorgeous today, but that sure isn’t the case.” He replies, rubbing his hands across his chest and belly.We talk for the next couple of minutes as we dry ourselves and learn a bit about each other, I also manage to sneak peeks at his massive member, discovering that he has no pubic hair and is hairless from the neck down. We learn that we both.