"I posed trying to look sexy, it was difficult not to in that outfit. My make-up had been gorgeously dome and the various prostheses left little to th... imagination and were extremely convincing. Finally, as I continued posing and thinking how good I looked, Michael finished dealing with the last photo on the screen,"Now - I need a name for you. I am sorry Mr. Wood, what is your real first name, hang on I've got it here. Richard, right, so we could do with an 'R' name really. Not Rachel, or. She described herself as being in her early sixties, tall with a good figure and as I was going to use video, she would have to charge an extra ten gbp for the session as it was much harder work than still photography. I still wasn’t sure if I was on the right track until she reassured me that we were talking about French photography, whatever that was. Two days later I was driving the 90 minute journey to a phone box on the M5 motorway services where I had been told to phone her for final. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up, I couldn't get enough, and I just wanted more.Just then I heard a voice from the doorway, I looked up quickly, her juices still pouring from my mouth, and saw a tall, curvy brunette. “What’s going on here?" I was stunned, then Rachel replied, "I was giving the paper boy his tip, its only fair you give your half." I was more shocked then I had ever been in my ENTIRE life. I had stripped down in about 10 seconds; she threw me on my back, and saddled my. I was syphoning off him! I was leeching him! I chose something on my queue—I didn’t know what—that could play in the background as I wallowed in my misery. I remembered all of my thoughts from the way to the police station. I remembered the thrill I got as I thought of being the first woman Billy had sex with. I turned my brain off. I didn’t want to think about fulfilling my desires through Billy. But my brain wouldn’t turn itself off. I began thinking about how much I loved Billy. Then it.