They do her hair differently or use different makeup or a wig sometimes, different expressions, but it's the same girl. Cheaper that way."The actual s...oot is hard work, very fast, and if you think that the model goes discretely behind a screen or to a cubicle to change, you're wrong. Some places do, but not all by any means. You just go over to a clothes rack and strip off, in front of the photographer, sometimes his assistant, and if it's really posh, a dresser – often male."You think nothing. Mrs. Thelma Cassidy had just left after warmly embracing all of them and giving a word of caution to Sylvie about Tim's health.Now Tim and Sylvie and Ron and Arlene sat together on a large comfortable sofa. Across from them, sitting on the floor, was Erick, the youngest brother. Mellow smiles of satisfaction creased all of their faces as they opened yet another bottle of champagne and drank it down.Tim's hands moved against his smiling wife's soft breasts within the material of her cashmere. I moved further and put my full palm on her boobs to take a full hand feel. They were so big beyond imaginations. Till now she was pretending to sleep. I started pressing her slowly and then little fast. By now looking at her breathing I was sure that she is pretending to sleep, so I moved my finger and opened her first 2 shirt buttons and slid my hand on her naked boobs. I was so excited that I wanted to masturbate at that moment which I couldn’t. I pressed her boobs and took them out from her. She had given up control to him willingly, knowing full well that if her body were an orchestra, he would play a full concerto on it!The belt landed with even strikes across her ass, thighs and back, making a sound somewhere between a slap and a crack. The effects on her body were starting to intensify now, each blow was now bringing her desperate pussy close to the edge. She could feel that familiar tingly rush starting off deep inside and knew it wouldn't be long before she was struggling to.