Jenny ripped open the envelope and pulled out a Polaroid photograph – the only way to send selfies then. It was that same cock. Jenny studied it min...tely – every vein standing proud – the perfect head slightly moist – like it had just been licked. She wanted that cock – in her mouth, in her cunt, up her arse – it didn’t matter where – she just had to have that cock straight away.On the back of the photo Rob had simply written 'Swimming Pool, 4PM, red bikini'.The rest of the day crawled by,. In one sense I'm frightened, not even knowing exactly where I am.But on the other hand I'm excited, having a doll all of my own tocuddle, wearing girls nighties in such a feminine bedroom. Now smellingof delicate perfume, dressed in lovely clothes standing before Mummy whoseems really nice even though I'm beginning to feel trapped. Suddenlytears just flowed from my eyes I couldn't stop crying as I covered myface with my hands."Come now Lobelia my darling come sit on Mummy's knee like a. My sister was here before, one year ago to the date, back then she had stayed behind for her own portfolio, by the same old man, and as I sat looking at him eyeing-up my class friends, I knew what was going through his head, each parted pair of legs or blouse front, each tight pair of denims, yes I knew how his mind salivated over the young flesh on display, because my sister had willingly stayed back, seduced by the prospect of the lens, and finished up bent over his desk being fucked, while. My cock was still thick but lay flaccid and slippery across my thigh, warm fluid seeping out a little on to my skin. I knew from experience that a brief hiatus would set me up. I momentarily let waves of relaxation sweep over me as I closed my eyes, breathing slowly. But I wasn't going to go too far off. The women seemed to have judged this right too as in my torpid state I heard a giggle and a sigh which made me instantly alert.Women, of course, have a greater capacity to keep their sex play.