The problem with our wonderful moment of completion was….what next? We talked about it for a short while, exploring the possibilities. Invite some o... the other young people down? No way…it was our secret. Go and do something else? Not after all that work…..so we stumbled into an empty silence. I had no ideas worth using…but he did. ….’Let’s kiss’ he said. Just like that. No hesitation, embarrassment or uncertainty. Like it was the most natural and obvious next step. I think I was a little. A lady in her late 30's stood up from a chair as I approached. Shesmiled at me. "Sarah?" she asked kindly. I nodded. "It's nice to meet you. My name isAmy and I'll be in charge of your wardrobe today. Your first outfit isinside the dressing room if you want to change." Okay," I said with a smile. It was a big improvement talking to herover the photographer. I glanced back and he was yelling at someoneelse. "Is he always like that?" Unfortunately," she replied with a slight frown. "I wasn't too. I would stay loyal to Bob. I had ignored Ians text messages for nearly 3 weeks, i would have changed phones but it was a company one. It all went quiet for a couple of weeks and Bob and i settled into married life. A couple of sessions making love, at a weekend. He got blow jobs, i didnt get my pussy licked. Of all the men in the world i pick one who doesnt like the taste. What he didnt realise was that sometimes what i wanted was to be really fucked hard. He was so tender so considerate, my. I heardsome footsteps come closer and then they stopped and there was a low chuckle.I heard someone pick up some thing that clanged together, sounded like chainsof some sort. My mind began to race wondering what it was, and then it struckme that it may not be him in the room with me and I began to panic, thrashingon the bed trying to scream. I felt a hand smack my pussy with a quick, sharppop, hard enough to make me stop thrashing afraid of receiving a second blow.The hands began to wonder over.