I watched as models took their clothes off and changed into whatever the client had asked John to portray without any changing rooms just there in fro...t of everyone. I hope you understand that I was a young and hormonal teen so spent most of the day erect and tried like mad not to let the models see me watching them. One a petite blonde still wearing just her panties and bra came over and spoke to me while I was sipping a cup of coffee feeling randy as hell and disappointed that shadowing. "Yes, bitch. The days of a few caresses of your funbags are over. By now you should have learnt to obey, so if you don't you will have to pay for it. After all, you begged me to punish you, remember. Want to avoid the strap?" He sat up on the bed and looked at the door pointedly. "I'll leave right away, if you say so."And put some of those pictures on the net, Anne completed the sentence silently."No, Mr Morris, please stay and punish me," she said still kneeling before him."Well, if you beg so. I was playing dirty with her, while she talked to her sis - not leaving my glance of her pussy. She tried to calm me down, making me stop, but instead I was rubbing my hard one not only against her slit, but also leading it a further down, making her feel my prick pushing against her backside hole.Surpressing her moaning she started to push gently against it, trying to concentrate the same time on the conversation with her sister.'Wanna come over for dinner tomorrow?' Caro asked her, and I bend. ‘You’re a nice young man Bill. We wanted a son but our daughters are lovely girls so can’t complain. Jenny seems to have taken a shine to you; if we’d had a son she would have been delighted if he turned out like you.’ ‘Thanks Bob, nice of you to say so’. Jenny returned from the loo and I took the opportunity to excuse myself. ‘We’ll see you back at the caravan Bill’. As I was walking across the car park Bob and Jenny were standing unusually close to each other and seemed to be in deep.