She told him to keep calling her a slut, that she loved it.They started to kiss again, more feverishly than ever, and he pushed himself deep inside he... and held himself there. She realized he was going to cum in her and she panicked. She suddenly wanted to, needed to stop it, but she couldn't. It felt so good she just pushed down against him, holding him deep in her, waiting to feel it.There was a pause that seemed to last for ages, and then she felt it: the first spurt of hot semen, shooting. Being called 'Maam', 'her' and 'she' was normal now, and 'she' didn't even flinch anymore going into the women's bathroom at a restaurant or department store.***At the studio, the band went back to the dressing room. Erica was dismayed that they did not get a private dressing room. They had to share with ten other women who were there for other photo shoots. Now, it wasn't bad that there were ten super models in various states of dress and undress, primping and preening. But Erica felt self. Charged with my mission, I looked the part. I was wearing a tight black body con which pulled tightly over my large 32DD chest and skimmed over my flat stomach. The dress ended a few inches above the knee showing my legs off to full advantage. My long dark mane was kept in its natural loose curls hanging down my back while my face sported dark eyes and a slick of dark lipstick. The overall effect was clear. I was advertising a fuck and anybody looking at me would know it. I headed to the bar. The moon was full and the window drapes were open. The Moon’s light shadowed my erection nicely. Later I learned my erection is best defined by light and shadow sometime between the Waxing Gibbous Moon and the Waning Gibbous Moon with the Full Moon as being best. That’s about twelve nights a month if there’s no cloud cover.In the light of day, or bedroom ceiling light, and, actually, anytime I am awake, she wouldn’t be caught dead looking at my groin.But that one night with my undershorts.