Frank realised that Beth had nothing on under that dress once she had removed her damp bikini from underneath the dress. She seemed very sexy, to him,...dressed that way.As soon as they got into his suite, Beth hung her cocktail dress up, stripped her summer dress off and wandered naked into the shower. Frank decided to join her, after all it was a double shower.He enjoyed helping to ensure she was clean by thoroughly soaping her body, paying particular attention to firstly her breasts and then. Watching her sleek 5’3’’ frame sway back and forth and staring at her perfectly faultless and bare pussy, tucked gently between her legs. Her jet black hair was dyed with a long red streak that reached to the tips of her hair, reaching down to the back of her neck. She didn’t even look in my direction and turned right to her dresser, leaning down to find herself a shirt in her bottom drawer. I’d be lying if I said I minded and enjoyed seeing her tiny pink pussy lips poking out from that. Cara saw it, looked over, saw what I was doing, and looked directly at me making eye contact. It was the first time she’d looked either of us in the eye during this. She was not happy! I felt my cheeks flush and began to pull my hand out when Jillian moved her hand to hold me there. She gave a squeeze letting me know what she wanted. Cara looked at Jillian and gave her a hard look that screamed “Seriously?!?”, but didn’t say anything. She held the look for a second, and then looked back at. But you could give it a try."The woman's statement was a command rather than an offer, and Sandi rose hurriedly, aware that the woman was anxious to get on with her more lucrative clients.Clutching the paper on which the woman had written Mr. Fletcher's address, she slowly threaded her way cross the medium- sized town toward the three-story brick building which housed the "Deja-Vu Studio". She pushed the button labeled, "Tony Fletcher, Fashion Photographer", and waited, her heart thumping.