The photography studio was hot and humid, and she had watched as he had disappeared into the changing room along with the female dresser from the maga...ine four times, never once hearing him complain as people fussed around him, making sure his hair was just so, the make up and lighting right. Moving his body as he was directed by the photographer he smiled, or pulled a sexy or moody face whenever he was told, the click of the camera capturing shots that would be used in next months best. ..I...I...Part 19 – The GuyFuck, a list of notifications staring back at me on the front screen of my mobile phone …“Heart rate falling …”“Heart rate falling …”“Heart rate low …”“Heart rate at dangerous level …”“Warning – Heart rate reaching fatal levels …”That last warning appeared as I looked at the screen.Time to get her down.Or let her die …I heard the friend groan, she was coming round. I could screw Red while the slut expired right in front of us. Fuck that thought made me hard ... deep. This could be fun. But if we are gonna do this we need rules. There are 4 of us. We each get 1 turn with you, and can do anything we want. You have to make a real effort to make love to us while your wife watches. You have to make each of us cum until we are satisfied. If you do, fine you win, you and your wife are free to go. But if you can't make us all cum, or if you resist... your wife becomes our bitch-slut for a week. I promise you we'll break the little stuck up snob. I have a lot of. Tiffany lingered over one photo spread that featured an athletic young stud gleefully enjoying the sight of two young women kissing and touching one another over top of him. If she squinted and used her imagination he could easily pass for Brett. They were using one of those retro instant cameras to snap pix of each other. Then Tiffany did a double-take, not believing her eyes. One of the two girls looked like Bille Watson, a girl from her school who had been a few years ahead of them.She would.