Man, just in time -I grabbed my dick and gave it a couple of quick strokes and shot my loadinto the wastebasket. Later, as I was cleaning myself off, ... realizedthat the only hair that I have in my crotch now is just a small patchabove the top of my dick. Wow, I couldn't believe how soft and white Ilooked down there now.Anyway, we went over to the studio and the shoot went pretty well -except for two minor problems. The first problem happened when I put onthe first of the girl's bathing suits. I. I hope I won't shock you, Mr. Sears, when I tell you why. Your see, sir, after a day making my living with my tools I return home and relax in a way that might perplex a man of the 19th century such as yourself. I remove my rough working clothes and put on a dress, or maybe a blouse and skirt. I doubt you ever considered doing this yourself, but as a man in the retail business I'm sure your philosophy is "the customer is always right". At least your sales staff has always been glad to sell me. Marissa snuggled her cheek against my neck and sighed. The smell of bacon frying in the kitchen filled my nostrils as she turned in my arms and pressed her buttocks against my groin. The smell of her hair and perfume mingled with the bacon and I felt myself getting hard. She pressed her soft cheeks against me, and I moved my hips back enough to allow me to slide my cock into her. We made slow, delicious love to the sound of plates clanking in the kitchen.I felt a presence in the hallway, but. I slip my shorts back on even as their sticky cum is leaking out of my pussy. Jason is brushing some of the dust from the desk off me. Then I slip my blouse back on. My nipples are so sensitive against the tight fabric. I moan and shudder from the feeling. I reach into the pocket of my short and pull out my phone."Give me your numbers so I can call you when I need some more cock." They each give me their digits (no pun intended). As I'm telling them that next time they need to come over to my.