I had not noticed that Don had entered the lift until leaving the second floor. I hoped he couldn't smell me.We both stepped off the lift, and Don sai..., "So, wax and a camera?. Will you please explain?"I was shocked. I was expecting a meek woman who would fawn all over me. Expectations can lead to the need for quick thinking.I said, rather too fast, "For the photographs." Oh, of course. Shall we do the photos first? We can take some before and after waxing.Do you have a man you can pose with?. With her head tilted back a little, she looked like she was in a trance.Next, I picked up her body wash. I poured some in my hands and took hold of one of hers, finger by finger, I rubbed it into her skin. Then her hands and along her arms, massaging the wash in. After doing both arms, I gathered her hair and put it over her shoulder and then started to put the wash on her back, massaging her neck and shoulders. Enjoying the way she reacted, her head moving from side to side, whimpers escaping. The heat was intensifying in Harry’s body as Professor’s hands came back to his ass touching with the totally wet fingers. Sharply, he lifted Harry’s hips and lowered his head into his ass. Harry was squeezing his thighs around Professor’s head while his knees were staying over the Professor’s shoulders. Their moans, Harry’s whimpers and the wet sounds from the Professor’s mouth on the young flesh was spreading the smell of sex in the room. Soon one of hands slid back while his fingers circled. And almost anywhere else, whether it was a supermarket or the post office. Guys, and some girls, would line up after her. She was that uncanny mix of naughty and nice. And her “nice” was a little bit naughty, too. An endearing blonde-haired foul mouth, she could dish a compliment and an insult in the same sentence. And if she wasn’t getting your attention with her words, she’d do it with her looks. She had the most alluring emerald green eyes set in that diamond-shaped face, her forehead.