She would come in to start on me while face down and when she got to my lower back she would move the towel off my ass and lower it so half my ass was...showing telling me it was a hindrance to her hands. I didn't know any better so I just let her do her thing. But after awhile when she totally removed the towel from my ass I felt I began to feel a bit awkward, almost embarrassed because I could feel my balls and pecker stirring a bit. I wondered what would she think when I turned over for the. Imogen closed the bathroom door behind her. It was a clean, good sized bathroom with a toilet and large sink, thick towels on a rack, and a huge shower with a transparent glass door. Neither Imogen nor Emma had worked with this photographer before but she was happy, he seemed to have a way of putting models at ease.Wonder if the pervert films his models showering, she though. Well, it's nothing he hasn't seen already, she thought as she took off the thong, which she had pulled aside during the. At the top of our stairs was a small window, that when open overlooked the neighbouring gardens. As I reached the top of the stairs I looked out and there she was, Joan. She was standing in her back garden in bikini bottoms with a long sleeve shirt that was fully unbuttoned. She wore no bikini top. She was playing badminton with her husband and every time she moved, her shirt would open exposing her magnificent tits. They were a great size with large dark nipples that were obviously responding. A few experiments worked out successfully recently, and I'm now mostly in the 'analyze and decide what to do next' phase. Besides, he's the Dean. We see him two or three times a week if he's on campus, and he travels a lot." Oh, right, you work for Richard Graeff." Checking up on me?" Not exactly, but I had to track down where you worked, after all." Fair enough. So, have you ever used a pipet?"With her help, we were done in fifty minutes. It would be a real loss to science if she went on to.