Chris had arranged it of course. They went into the studio. Chris was talking to an older man at the desk. This was the guy who would be photographing...her tonight. He introduced himself. John. He worked freelance, and supplied photo’s for various websites, all adult. He was over weight, and preferred the models to be younger than she was, much younger, u******e if possible, but that was his preference, tonight he needed an older model for a couple of websites, she fitted the bill. Tonight he. The appointment was for 2.00pm and I texted her when I was about a mile away. "I'm ready" was the reply, as usual. I drove up to her house a few minutes later, to turn in and park, as I normally do, on her driveway. The front door on these occasions is always unlocked for me and I just walk in to find Jan waiting as planned. But as I drove up the quiet residental road which is normally empty of people and traffic, there was a small car parked right outside her house and a man was walking away. You look up into my eyes while a shiver runs through your belly. "O.K." you whisper. My hands are very gentle as they tie your wrists to the head of the bed. One scarf becomes a gag and your mouth opens wide to offer yourself submissively to it. Now that you are truly helpless, you feel your pussy starting to get very wet. You are totally relaxed, but the anticipation of what may happen next is very exciting. I sit down beside you and begin playing with your slippery nipples. I drip more hot. A tentative voice responded, “Who are you? What do you want? Why don’t you show yourself? How many are you?” The questions flew too fast to answer before the next came.“My name is Mishka Novik, and my dad used to rent this cabin from Matthew Fletcher,” Mishka called back. “The world has gone crazy, and I thought this might be a safe place to come to. We can leave if you want.”“I remember that name, but it has been years, and I wouldn’t know you,” the voice replied. “You said ‘we.’ Who is with.