Trying to stand still as he does his walk around me is very hard. All I want to do is jump back in to his arms, claim his lips with mine and let him t...ke me in every way he desires, but I know that he likes to appreciate my body. Maybe looking at it and knowing it is his means as much to him as it does me. “Good girl, Kitten,” Hhe says to me, a smile on his face as he reaches out an upturned hand to me. That one phrase is like heaven to hear. I let out the breath that I didn’t realize I was. Snoring into the pillow I was, as she walked in. She didn’t even bother closing the door on the way out, leaving it half shut. I did however hear the words ‘Fucking loser.’ as she walked out. In that one split second, I knew it was over. I rolled back over once she’d left, I looked down the hall. My heart, like a dropped glass, shattered as I saw what she was doing. The man had pulled down his pants to show what he’d been hiding… but it was weird? Her reaction was one of amazement yet he was no. The only words she had spoken to him that day, was over the telephone, when she had called him at the office. "A real surprise." Was all she had said then. Harold had no idea what that meant. Now he sat on the couch in the living room, watching her lay out several blankets, one on top of the other, until she had a four or five inch pile in the center of the room. He still wondered what exactly was going on."Relax honey, take your tie off, here let me help you with you jacket, I want you. She said it was common among models and photographers to do this in order to build their portfolios. My fiancé and I decided to try this, posting the best of the shots that he had taken of me half clothed in order to show potential photographers my body. We quickly gathered some interest from potential photographers willing to do a lingerie and nude shoot, and looking through some of their portfolios, we chose one who took really sexy shots. We connected with him by email, and discussed for.