The two men were chatting behind the counter, waiting for the flood of punters who would arrive as soon as the city offices closed. It was unmistakabl... a sex shop. The windows were blacked out and there were tacky neon signs and entry to the shop was via a beaded curtain. There were rows and rows of magazines, ranging from the tame to the explicit, though the latter were censored due to the Obscene Publications Act. It hadn’t been that long since the last police raid on the premises… Proprietor. "No, I'm not. I really do believe in him."Despite my affirmation, Sophia went to her mom and told her that shedidn't want to go anymore. This created drama amongst the adults some ofwhom thought that Sophia was a little too old to believe, and thatmaintaining the illusion of Santa Claus was tantamount to lying tochildren. Others, like Thomas and Kathryn, however, were extremely vocalin how much a crock of shit they thought the theory was, that it hadbeen debunked or something. The words forming. As she read, a smile spread across her face. He was obviously a professional, despite working in the porn industry, and he took the anonymity of his models very seriously. He’d included several possible times to come to his studio for a shoot, but left it open in case she needed to make other arrangements. She didn’t exactly have scheduling issues, so she threw caution to the wind and highlighted the first possible time – the next day – and accepted the offer. She got butterflies in her stomach. I could feel myself stiffening and soon my erection was pressing against her. With her help I slipped my penis into her tight wet hole and began to fuck her. I couldn’t last long; thoughts of her flashing her panty’s to one of my friends soon had me shooting my load into her. Shortly afterwards we were both asleep.***Over the next week I couldn’t get thoughts of Jaya showing her panty off out of my mind. I was really excited by it and knew now that I wanted a repeat performance. It was Saturday.