’ Inside was a printed invitation to a 'Private View' at the Museum for Photography and the card was signed. 'Jenneke', the exhibition was called. '...he female nude… reimagined.'I showed the card to the girl."Why me?" I said, "We barely had eye contact..." Obviously that was enough," the girl said.And, after a pause, "Perhaps she wants you to model for her." Whaaat… ME?”"Yes YOU..." and then she said, "You are very beautiful!" Would you, if she asked?" I said.The girl laughed."Been there… Done. I know that it's a bit of an oddball question to ask someone. We wanted to give you some idea of the reason for your visit ahead of time." I appreciate that, and I understand your need, but why me?" I questioned.Sharon approached with three full wine glasses and offered, "Why don't we get comfortable on the couches?" as she handed Jane and me a glass. I followed them to the living room, and we all had a seat. Once we were settled in, Sharon continued, "So let's get past the basic questions. Now get my legs and thighs too!”he starts to apply lotion to her legs and she spreads them for him. He can’t help but notice her camel toe and is a bit embarrassedit’s ok Josh - surely a football star like you has plenty of girlfriendswell -er - not really spent all my time in the gym and studyingshe turns over, drops her top - now my front pleaseJosh tentatively applies lotion and when he has his hand on her full breast she places hers on top and tells him to rub it in good - don’t stop until. It’s a stupid thing to think of course, I know your not going to crack before I do. Deciding that is really is up to me I wait until you leave the room for a minute and push the table away, testing to make sure I can kneel between it and the couch before returning to my cushion to wait. Watching as you take your seat I see you notice the table has moved but you don’t say a word. My nerves are all on edge and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest which is nothing new to me, you always do this.