"Yes, I do. The only problem is, they wanted some more ... risque photos," Chloe stated with a slight trepidation in her tone."What do you mean?" Jim...y asked quizzically."They stated they were looking for shots in sexy underwear, and stuff like that," Chloe told him."Oh. Maybe you should see a professional about doing those, then," Jimmy answered a little reluctantly."No. I mean, I don't know if I can trust someone else. I really trust you, sweetie!" Chloe said, placing her hand upon. With shaky hands, I slid his them down to find hewore no underwear. I was facing his mighty cock mere inches from myface. He stepped out of the pants and stood naked displaying his manlybody to me. "Take off your apron and blouse Carla.", he ordered. Iobeyed quickly sensing that he would tolerate no stalling on my part."Remove the bra too." was his follow up command. I reached back andunhooked my bra and removed it with the falsies still in the cups andlaid it aside. "Very good, I am. I felt like I was repaying him for all the times he had to suffer and go at it alone. I could feel it swell and throb inside me as I screamed out in pleasure. As we fucked against the paneling, I felt the walls of the elevator strain and tear from their mounts. Suddenly my pelvis started to spasm and my abdomen tightened. His hands wrapped around my beautiful waste as I shouted at the top of my lungs. Cum poured from my slit and down onto the floor. The orgasm was so intense and I could feel. "It's not really like that," she said. "This fellow is ... a fellow poet." A poet! A modern-day Elizabeth and Robert, we got going here," Arlie said."He's a professor of English at the University of Miami," Susan said. "And since you're so intrigued, I'll tell you that, so far at least, we haven't been like Elizabeth and Robert. We've just been, y'know, friends." But he's like ... available?" Arlie asked."Well. Last time I looked, anyway," Susan said, smiling. "Something could happen, I.