The first time we had talked, Saturday morning, things started off haltingly, and rapidly proceeded to go downhill. The second call was quick, and she...was apologetic, but I could hear her mother in the background, and I knew she couldn’t talk long. I’d wanted to call her on Sunday, but I just couldn’t work up the courage.“Hi,” I said. It sounded lame, even to me, but it was the best I could do.I could hear her put her hand over the phone, and then she whispered, “I started.”“Started what?” I. " I soothed, ineffectuallyit would seem. "They've been calling him by that other title for alltheir lives." However long that's been." she groused before grinning with familialmischief."Ah, I could just see the invitations now. 'Daniel and Gale Klein,invite you to the wedding of their daughter Karen and her groom, TheProfessor.' Mr. and Mrs. Professor, Karen Foster Professor, nee Klein.That's for your business cards, of course."Mom, it's not that terrible." she had me laughing again, and I knew. As I came down from the sexual high that the modeling had created, I began to feel guilty about what we had done. Maybe I had taken things too far. I decided to tone things down a bit. I still had fantasies about being fucked by the men, but I avoided nude modeling again, keeping my clothes mostly on.About a week after my first foray into nude modeling, Amanda contacted me. She had some space at a showing at the gallery she managed, and she asked me to provide some of my works for it. My work. One, Sharon, was really into Steve, while the one i was chatting too, think her name was Rita, was not really interested in me, ah well, cant win them all! Anyway, she split after a bit, and i, not wishing to cramp Steves style, excused myself and went for a walk on the beach.Later i went on up to our room to be greeted by creaking and moaning from behind our door. I could not resist a look in, so in i went, and theres Steve balls deep up Sharon on the bed, both naked, Steve slamming into her.