One day the guy is working, the next he has disappeared. Wakes up in Mexico with a note in his pocket saying he is blacklisted at every place in town,...don't bother to come back." No cops?" No. Not strictly legal, but the law looks the other way because it saves them a lot of paperwork." How much did you get paid?" Five grand. The guy told me he liked my style and would I mind if he called from time to time." Did he?" Two jobs in LA, one in San Francisco, one in Portland." This isn't something. " She looked at the expression on the model's face, "She's quite the actress." Actress?" the man inquired."Well, that expression is rather hard to fake, and she has done it extremely well." I am rather hurt by your conclusion my dear." the man feigned injury and placed a hand on his chest, "What kind of a still life photographer would I be if I asked my models to fake their expressions?" So, the expression is genuine?" It certainly is. And I should know, I was there." The man pointed at the. "Sure," Rebecca said, sitting on the bed with Hannah. He brought three glasses and a large bottle of champagne and poured them in silence, watching Hannah as he did.They all took a drink and sat together quietly for a moment, until Bertrand said, "I think you are the most beautiful American girls I have ever seen! I would like to show you something." As he did, Hannah smiled."What is it?" She asked. "Look behind your head," he told her, pointing out a faint drawing on the wall behind her. "This. An achievement..." Under his fingers, he felt her smile. He took the opportunity and slipped his fingers into her mouth, playing with her tongue. She stuck it out in response, licking between his joints.“Duun…” She moaned, Adrian’s fingers muddling her words.“What?” Adrian moved his hands to her neck again.“Don’t stop,” Emma laid her head down on her pillow, the pleasure from Adrian’s thrusts clouding her mind. “Keep going,” she grunted, her voice cracking as she breathed, “make me cum,.