It was a small one but a beauty. She couldn’t help but stare at his clothes, a long white loose silk shirt, black leggings and black boots, her brow... hair made him greatly desirable, he turned around to her and smiled, ‘ I saw you last night at the lake, M’dame, ‘ she nodded with a blush to her breast, ‘ I do apologize for my behavior, Mr. Foster, ‘ he shook his head, ‘ Call me Anthony, ‘ he adviced smiling, she nodded, ‘ I’m Rosa Duntae, do just call me Rosa, ‘ Anthony couldn’t help but grin. Clearly ... not."She looked at me looking her and smiled, "Did you want to shower?" Soaping herself, the soapsuds spilling down her torso & running through through her hairless crotch."Uh..." I said, dumbly, "With you?" No, that'd be ... inappropriate." She said, turning off the water. She gave her wet head a tossle with her hands & walked-up to me confidently, unselfconsciously & stopped right in front of me - she looked me dead in the eye and held my gaze, reached past my shoulder & took a. It felt so good to be used, to see the pleasure she was bringing him, to feel every sense alive. She shivered as they unmated. Sweat coated their bodies where they had touched, and now it made her shiver in the cold bedroom. He pulled her to him and they just hugged for a moment as he rested. She had never experienced this before; cuddling, after beginning to have sex, but before finishing. It was nice. He rolled her onto her side and held her from behind, burying his face in her neck,. He knew from the conversations between the lovers that they were planning to take erotic high-key photos. That meant he would erect white screens, and have a white umbrella there to diffuse the flash. This was a double problem because it meant that the equipment Markus placed had to be so well camouflaged that someone with as much attention to detail as a photographer would not notice them. It also meant he had to place cameras where they wouldn’t be obscured by equipment. Just that was already.