Her tastefully inked body helped with the " bad girl " look they loved. She always seemed self confident when in front of the lenses. Her high cheekb...nes and steel gray eyes always photographed extremely sexy.After only three real photo sessions she wanted to push herself to a new level. She met with a new photographer and on their " trial session " she posed on a bed wearing only a tiny black lace thong and red high hell's. The shots turned out to be fantastic. As she posted a few on. However implausible."That made me snort, sadly. Ghostly fingers scrabbled at my girlish,skinny thighs. "Thank you. For finding me." Just doing my job, ma'am."But the 'what-ifs' haunted me as we left the coffee shop and resumedour search.I insisted on buying her dinner. Probably the very least I could do. Myfeet were sore by the time we stopped at a first floor pub with low,beamed ceilings and a vast fireplace occupied only by a gently snoringcalico cat. We sat at battered chairs opposite a. "He made me do it," she cried in anguish.She became aware of the sexual connotations of Paul and Cindy's nakedness and again, her heart almost stopped. No! She wouldn't allow it!She saw that Cindy was stroking her son's beautiful cock and that her eyes were glazed with passion. Worse, she saw that Paul was not resisting. She leaped off the bed and rushed toward them, screaming out protests.She grabbed her son, pulling him away from Cindy, shielding him with her body. She was trembling, and her. There was another group booked into a neighbouring room and a few guys cast their eyes over my wife as we entered, clearly thinking she was their model. I had to disappoint them, telling them she was my model, and I went about setting up our studio. Whilst I was doing this, I heard a bit of a fuss from the other guys and heard them telling the owner they weren’t happy that their model hadn’t turned up. By this time, I was taking shots of my wife sat on a bed dressed in a navy blue and white.