“These are a classic brief,” she said in her best sales clerk voice. “The waist is above the navel and provides just a little support for the lo...er tummy while it snugly conforms to a woman’s intimate curves.”“I’ll buy it,” I laughed. “Better get two sets in case I mess one up.”“Can you see my pussy in this position?” Ariel asked.“Not yet. We’re just working on the cover of the book right now. Believe me, your pussy will be a featured attraction when we open the book. Can you hold that?”“Yeah.. ?You may live here free of charge for as long as you wish.I know you have no where to go, and no money. I want you to work for me as ahelper with my photography. I travel around on assignments, but I also have astudio upstairs. I have women come here for erotic photographs from time totime. They model for magazines. You will enjoy this because I need help withthe props, and posing. Sometimes they even need help with make-up, and helpshaving their body hair. Like yours??Really,?? Was all Icould. " Come on," I said with frustration, "Just let me see it." And I continued to struggle for it. Finally I was on top of Cameron and managed to kneel on his shoulders to keep him from squirming around. I reached under the mattress and pulled out the magazine that read: "Twink Mania" Cameron's face turned beet red and he stopped struggling."You probably don’t want to hang out with me now," he said sadly, "Since I'm a fag."I leaned over and pressed my hot lips against his and I could feel his. Water flowing over us, like warm summers raindrops cooling our hot skin. You lean with your hands against the wall, offering me, showing me, you want to feel my lips, below your spine . . . I do not hesitate, as I oblige your desire . . . . inviting your deep moans of pleasure, that encourage my lips even more. My arm is around your waist, holding you tight, locked you are, so I can dive in you ever deeper . . . . Pressing on with my lips, my tongue lashing out, passionately whipping that.