I don't think you'll need more than a couple, plus reflector, maybe. Hair light? Maybe. Your camera's digital, isn't it?" Yep." USB connection?" Yes, ...nd I brought the cable." Take half a dozen test shots. We'll copy them to the PC, work out what works, what doesn't. Okay?" Sounds like a plan. Can we start with some standing shots, dark background, low key? Then maybe some sitting, maybe kneeling? Then I'd like to bring the couch into shot, take some reclining?" You're the photographer, hon.". I still felt chastened by the experience of trying to gain entry to Club Spank. It had been humiliating, explaining to a group of smirking doormen that I was one of Mistress Whiplash’s submissives. After eventually admitting me, one of them smugly warned, ‘you’re going to be sorry!’I moved slowly through the crowd of semi-naked dancers to the back of the darkened room, making my way towards a woman slithering acrobatically around a stainless-steel pole on an elevated podium. The pole dancer was. “Actually, I want to know, too,” he said. “I was just thinking about what might happen.” “Here, or in the notebook?” Alice asked, looking up at him out the corner of her eye with a mischievous twinkle. “Both, Silly. Now read on, or else I’ll have to tickle you,” Gerald said, poking a finger into her side. “HEY! No fair tickling the reader,” Alice giggled. “Besides, you might make me damage this notebook. It really is brittle, you know. Now. Where was I? Oh yes…” And she began to read again.. You are fulfilled... enough for now."Karen relaxed suddenly as his words reached her brain, and it was as if she had never been excited. She struggled to sit up and Prim assisted her. He released her hands, then removed the belt as he told her, "Bring us drinks, Electra."The woman stood up and looked warmly at the black couple still in their post-orgasmic euphoria. She sighed deeply, ran her hand over her sweat-covered belly, then turned and walked to the bar across the room. As she walked away.