My body was aching with anticipation. The photographer arrived and due to my aroused state I noticed that she was a very pretty woman. 5’7” brun...tte with long flowing hair and deep brown eyes. Dressed in a snugly fitting black blouse and slacks, she turned me on even more. It was clear that I was destined to have a semi all day. She reached out her hand and said, “Hello, my name is Denise.” and I lightly took her soft hand in mine to greet her.My wife said, “Ok, let’s get this going”, and. Miss Carson stood by explaining how the table cloth needed to be spread just so, completely wrinkle free and hanging down equally on either side. Then the mats and cutlery had to be positioned exactly, not forgetting of course a mat for the tea pot, hot water jug, milk and sugar. All that was relatively normal, I suppose, if irritatingly exact in how Miss Carson wanted it done. The blank stare bestowed on us by the mannequins as we worked made the whole scene feel very peculiar, though.The. My cock was pressed firmly against my stomach. I could feel it get harder as I was being fucked and knew I would cum very soon. I continued my profane banter, now yelling at Eric to fuck me harder as he responded calling me a dirty whore and his little high school slut. It wasn’t long after that he made a final hard thrust and then buried deep inside me. I knew he must be coming. He rolled off to the side slowly sliding the cum filled condom off as I repositioned to suck his cock.It didn’t take. This did not mean the sex industry in UK ceased but it was now clandestine.Naturally there was a backlash and it was not too long before The Man Party formed in England which promised to repeal all of what they called feminist legislation. However they could not really gain anything but minority support until they were finally persuaded to change the party name, as somebody remembered their Italian political history, to The Love Party. Instantly former and indeed many current female sex workers.