“Mmm, I love the feel of your big cock in my hand. “ I told him. His lust rising, he held his hand tightly against my throat, pinning me so I cou...dn't move. He pulled and tweaked my nipples with his free hand, causing moans of pleasure and squeals of pain. “Arhh, fuck!” Testing my limits he pulled and squeezed my nipples hard. I urged him on; “Yes.” Pulling back against his grasp, I felt the burst of pain that travelled through my body, heating my desire even more. God, just telling you. "No, not porn. I don't do that. But, yes, I do full nude shoots. The sort of thing that gets hung on the wall at exhibitions — fine art, they're called. Some of them can be erotic, but there's only the model there, no-one else, and I don't do the really graphic stuff."Then he'd shown her one of the pictures he meant.The black-and-white print showed Pearl, naked, standing against a plain backdrop. She was lit mainly from one side, highlighting her jutting breasts with their erect nipples. Her. Brian didn't hesitate to put them on. He was getting better at putting on bras. The next thing she gave him surprised him. Black mesh stockings. He looked, questioningly, at Cathy, then at Kim and Mary. They all nodded just slightly. He sat down and put them on. Cathy had been very careful not to wrinkle the pink ruffled blouse. Brian didn't take it from her instantly but he did finally take it, reluctantly. It buttoned up the back and Kim was delighted to help him with the two buttons he. "It makes you look so pretty." Pretty?" She rolled her pale blue eyes. "I was beautiful until this happened. None of my clothes fit me. I look like a beached whale and I'm wasting my fitness club membership." Hmmm..." I tried to look sympathetic, but this woman only wanted to complain. She still looked gorgeous, almost ridiculously so, and I hadn't been happy to learn that my husband's secretary had modeled for Playboy.Sandy wasn't a centerfold, but she could have been. She'd appeared three.