It was the first time someone had noticed me or my body at all. At school, no one would bat an eye towards me.I eat my dinner watching everyone at the...table, my dad, mom and Dave, who had setup the shoot at the garage. "Good luck with the shoot Dave, and all the best to you too honey", he said as dad went upstairs with mom to bed soon. We got up and went down to the garage, it was a chilly evening and i had my sweater on with tight jeans. "Here", Dave said as he handed a bag to me, " go get. This is the story about Sara, a 30 year old married lady, who had come to Scott to have some sexy shots taken as a gift to her older husband who had apparently lost interest in her. She wanted to put some fire back in their relationship.“Holy fuck” I muttered under my breath when Sara appeared in her latest posing outfit.The previous outfits had been sexy with lots of bare skin but with the best bits covered. She had given me a hardon, and I had to continually adjust my cock within my baggy. Jennifer strutted over to the leg-bicep apparatus like a lap-dancer. The gym hissed with whispers, eyes darted in all directions, and there was a lot of elbow-nudging going on. Jennifer climbed onto the bench-like apparatus, the nature of the exercise dictated a belly-down position with your backside placed high in the air and your legs pointing toward the floor at about a forty degree angle – the only word to describe this position is sexual. She thought the apparatus may have originally been. I believe there'sanother part of the tale that we do not yet know." So you passed the gift to Monique's dad, but being male, cannot use itand he passed it to Monique?" You got it." So why isn't my sister a witch?" I asked."How do you know that she isn't?" she asked back.That thought went through my head. How would I find out if she was ornot? If I asked her and she wasn't, she'd think I was crazy. Maybe Icould use a spell to detect it? Monique's Grandma managed to see that Iwas a magic user.