For a while she was pacing down the flat occasionally stopping in front of a large mirror. It was an exciting feeling being naked, only in stockings, ...nd she decided to strengthen that feeling with high heels. Immediately after she puts them on, her back straightens, her head was up and she was very pleased with her image in the mirror. Her legs looked stunning in those stockings and she could understand why he likes them. Image of her bare pussy above the black lace was like a cherry on the. I could imagine all of them staring at me, expecting something good. Taylor sensing, my nervousness, gently touched my shoulder. “Don’t worry hon. You’ll do fine! Forget all those people in the crowd. I want you to focus on me.” Anxiously, I nodded. “Lets get going. Can’t keep the fans waiting too long,” Taylor joked. Out of sheer anxiety, I couldn’t help but laugh at Taylor’s cheeky joke. “That’s the spirit! Just stay like that and you’ll be fine! Let’s go. We’re up.” Taylor clutched my. "The girl next to me on the flight from New York wants to be a model. When she found out I was a photographer, well..." I trailed off and leered at her. "The casting couch is hard to resist."Nancy gave me a playful nip. "Tell you what, sport. I get to hear the story and you get the best welcome home blow job you ever had." Deal." I said instantly.I'd gotten home earlier than I'd thought and Nancy didn't have the bed made, plus she was on her period. I didn't mind, but Nance didn't want to get. She was the youngest of the 3 daughters and was by far the most spoiled. “Oh.. that's great!” I responded, doing my best to hide my annoyance. I had gone to college in their hometown that was 4 hours away from where I lived, and had met Kate there. We began dating my junior year in college and had gotten married a year after we graduated. After graduation we moved back to my hometown. Her sister Ali was a Junior in High School when we graduated and I was sure she would be staying in their.