She was on Her chair looking solidly forwardwith only a slight glance my way as I stepped out.I cautious walked over to Her and got on the kneeler at ...er feet, Ilooked up to her a bit and she let out a slight smile. "Show me what youbrought."Nearby was my bag so I took the items out of it, showing Her theclothing I had bought, a fairly nice dress, the pantyhose, panties,shoes and my bra and breastforms. "Are those your tits?" She asked."Yes, Mistress." Let me see them."I opened the box and. Grace looked back at me and gave him a sexy smile before she felt him guide my seven inch shaft into her tight pussy. Damn! She was such a slut, she wasn’t even a virgin!Still, she was so god damn tight! She was spurring me on by taking one of my hands and guiding it to one of her firm breasts. I, glad that my dutiful whore was taking a little sexual initiative, obliged her slutty advances and took hold of her breast and massaged it while he continued to force more and more of my cock into. When she awoke in the morning she was surprised to find that her pajama bottoms were soaking wet. At first she thought she had maybe wet the bed, but quickly realized that this was the result of her masturbating the night before. “I wonder if there is something wrong,” she mused “other girls probably don’t do these things.” Soon these thoughts left her mind and she changed the sheets and made her bed and took a shower before starting the laundry. This was Saturday and she had chores to catch. As I started circling their practice space and framing shots, my mind started clearing. I snapped a ton of pictures, trying different angles and settings in the afternoon light. I set up some long exposure shots, since that was our current photography project. I let the lens collect the scene as Carmen flipped across the frame, wondering what pattern of light she’d leave imprinted on the film.I’d never find out, though. There was no point in taking these pictures, because we weren’t supposed to.