She hesitated, slightly embarrassed.“It’s only a quarter a month for us ladies,” Betty said, winking at her, “they like having some girls arou...d. It makes things interesting.”Julie didn’t know how interesting, all she knew was the place was alive. It was crowded and noisy with people having a good time and she desperately wanted a good time. Betty had been right; there were no shortages of men buying drinks and asking them to dance. Julie was having the good time she’d wanted. Throughout it all. She could have been a world-class swimmer. Or at least gotten a scholarship in college and become anything she wanted. And she was a great team captain, helping the younger students and challenging the older ones. We will all miss her." He poured some shampoo into his hand and began working the suds into his sun-streaked blonde hair.Something about a swimming pool makes a familiar sound, at least to a swimmer. Janelle recognized that sound. Perhaps it was the tiny wind-ripples on the water, or. Walking back I notice the pink underwear she's wearing. Her joggers have somehow slipped down to reveal a lovely view of that butt crack. G-strings drive me wild. "Need some help choosing?".. I say casually, while looking at the centrespread with her. A young woman, with nipple clamps and collar around her neck, having both her holes stuffed good by two older guys. "That's hot" she says to which I immediately reply "making you wet?" "mmmm yes, very" she answers in a soft, sexy tone. Carnal. ” I cannot wait to see who he has waiting in the wings to fuck me. Clearly, this whole thing was planned out. He has a model booked and standing by, hoping I’d go for it.The photographer leaves me at the set. I’m splayed out on the bed, totally nude, awaiting my stud. He comes back with the model. FUCK, it’s my ex. He walks up totally nude, big dick swinging as he strides on set. I groan, shake my head. He laughs. The photographer has no idea that we know each other, and he senses the tension..