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Recently, I found that the inspiration and ideas for my photography were becoming more and more erotic. Well, that’s a bit of an understatement. The images I see in my head are getting really kinky. But, I suppose every guy who has a camera and a willing model has dabbled in erotica and porn but I had never crossed that line before. I held to a standard of glamour and boudoir photography that could never be considered obscene or pornographic by anyone who knew anything about fine art. But, there it was, creeping in to my thoughts when I was sitting quietly in my studio, on long drives or even sometimes while sitting at my desk at work. Women and men performing all kinds of acts together that were more fantasy than realistic and most certainly not run-of-the-mill relationship stuff. The images that popped in to my head were always black & white, submission and domination scenes with a generous amount of bondage. But, they were still very artistic and they haunted me nearly continuously. My wife, Tina had always been my main model since shortly after we first met and has always been very supportive. No matter what I told her my idea was, she was always willing to either pose or be my assistant if it was another model I wanted to shoot. She had posed nude with another person in the scene a few times and had never seemed even the least bit hesitant to do it, but there had never been any hint of erotica in the shots. What I had in mind now was completely off the scale of anything I had ever attempted. It took weeks of the images torturing me until one evening it was really eating at me. We had been discussing some of my photographs and she told me a small gallery in town wanted some local artists’ work of local sights for an exhibition. There would be an auction afterwards with the proceeds to benefit the improvement of the green space next to the town square. She was insistent that I submit some of my stuff. I looked at my empty whiskey glass and got up to pour another one. She seemed to sense my mind had wandered off and asked, “Is there something bothering you? You look like you’re a hundred miles away.” I turned around. “It’s OK. If you want to put some of my stuff in it, go ahead, pick out whatever you want, let me know which ones and I’ll print them and get them mounted”. She watched me for a few moments. “You’ve got something on your mind. So tell me”. I poured myself a rather generous glass of whiskey because I knew there was no way I was getting out of these conversation without telling her and I wasn’t nearly buzzed enough for that. I took a sip and, very hesitantly started, measuring each word to avoid getting it out all wrong and offending or worse, pissing her off. “I’ve been wrestling with an idea for a project lately and…it’s very, very different from anything I’ve ever done”. “What do you mean different? Different how?” she asked. I had no idea how I was going to answer so I continued to stare at my glass. She studied me for a while then the light bulb came on in her head. She seemed to know where this was going. “I knew, one day, you would decide to try…erotica or porn or whatever. I don’t have a problem with you shooting it. Surely you know that by now. But, I don’t know if we can afford a model that does that type work. Do you know one that will do it for copies of the images?” “Actually, I will need two models, a male and a female, and…I want you to do it”. I looked up from my glass and she was staring at me with an expression of pure shock. She looked like I had just sprouted a horn out of my forehead. After a few seconds, she gulped her nearly full glass of wine and asked, “Exactly what would you be wanting me to do?” She grabbed the bottle and refilled her glass. “You wouldn’t actually be having sex. But you would be in bondage and your co-model would be simulating punishing you. There would be some pretty intimate touching but no actual penetration” “So I will be nude, bound and be what? Spanked? Flogged? He would be touching me? Everywhere?” “Actually it would look real but I was talking to another photographer I met and he sort of specializes in this type thing. His name is Robert and he told me about a couple of tricks that makes it look real but doesn’t really hurt.” I watched her mull this over while she sipped her wine. She looked up, “Are you sure you’re OK with another man touching me..everywhere?” “It’s all an exercise in acting. Honestly, I feel like, as long as you don’t have any emotional attachment to each other, it’s all just a façade. Actors do it all the time” She went back to staring at her wine. “What if he gets…you know…excited?” “Robert told me about a male model that does this all the time. He’s a professional and when it happens, if it does, he takes a break and goes to walk it off or goes to his dressing room to take care of it himself.” “It sounds like you’ve been planning this for a while and have already arranged it? Were you just waiting on the right time to spring it on me?” “Actually no. It was the conversation with Robert that got me to thinking about it and naturally, I had a lot of the same questions.” “What about this model’s fee?” “He’s apparently, quite reasonably priced. About half as much as a typical female model charges for nudes. Look, we can work out all the details well ahead of time and make sure he understands what he is to do and not to do. But, if you can’t do it, it’s not the end of the world and I’ll find the models somewhere that can do it and just shoot it then. It’s not like it’s something that has to be done.” I paused for a moment while she mulled it over. “So, what do you think?” She got up and walked over to the bar and stood in front of me. She looked back down to her glass then shyly asked, “Do I get to touch him?” She looked up and started smiling. I had to hold back the laughter. “You are a bad girl. I’m thinking maybe you need to get spanked.”

We discussed it a few more times over the next couple weeks and I felt like I was very clear on how far she was willing to go. I had made notes as to how each series of shots was going to be set-up and had rented Robert’s studio. When I met him there it was fully stocked with every instrument of torture one could imagine. It looked more like a dungeon than a photography studio but the lights were set-up and on the wall next to the dressing rooms was filled with shelves and big plastic tubs organizing everything. He got me in touch with the model, Michael, and we discussed what I was looking for. I also communicated Tina’s boundaries and he seemed perfectly fine with all of it. On the day of the shoot, Tina and I got there over an hour early. I started looking around as she took her bags and went in to one of the dressing rooms. I found a huge X-shaped device that I had noticed on the day I rented the studio. It was nearly eight feet tall, and almost as wide. It looked like two timbers bolted together to make an “X” and fur-lined leather cuffs That had a length of chain attached to each in such a way that the cuff positions could be adjusted to accommodate people of a wide variety of sizes. He had told me it was a St Andrews cross and I thought it would be great start. It was on caster wheels so I rolled it to the middle of the dungeon setting and locked them to prevent it from moving unexpectedly. I then started looking in all the bins on the wall, pulled out a few devices and laid them out on a table close to where I set all my camera gear. Every time I set something new down on the table I ran through my mind on how I, or rather they, would use it. I couldn’t help myself but I was getting really turned on. I hadn’t realized how long I had been puttering around and adjusting equipment when my phone beeped that I had a text. Michael was at the door. I started to go let him in when Tina stuck her head out of the dressing room. “We never discussed what you wanted me to wear so I brought a bunch of things. You want to pick something out?” she asked. I stepped in to the dressing room and reached in to her shoe bag. I pulled out a pair of platform stilettos that I had dropped in that morning and handed them to her. She took them and asked, “What about clothes?” I just smiled at her and said’ “That’s all you’ll need. If we decide on something else later we can pick it out then.” She chuckled and sat down to put them on as I went to let Michael in. He walked in with athletic poise and confidence. He was a tall man with neatly trimmed dark hair and beard in a black casual suit with a crisp, pressed white shirt. He looked very professional and sophisticated. “Michael Richards”, he offered a handshake. I shook it and introduced myself. “We never really discussed anything you wanted me to bring so I have some things in the car that kind of fit this genre if you need them.” He said. “I think it’s covered actually. You will be spending the next two or three hours nude and I think this place is pretty well stocked.” He laughed and walked straight for the empty dressing room. It was obvious he had been here before and seemed to be perfectly at ease. He went in to the open dressing room but was back out in five minutes and stood in front of the cross. He was stark naked now and I noticed he was very muscular, like a gymnast with lots of muscle tone but not an excess amount of mass. He was covered in tattoos, mostly Celtic designs, but none in a place you would notice if he had on a long-sleeve shirt and slacks. I also noted he didn’t have a single hair on his body below the beard. This guy took his grooming and modeling prep seriously. Tina walked out of her dressing room. Hair and make-up were perfect. The shoulder-length dirty blond hair was full and had large gentle waves. Her emerald green eyes were smoky and seductive. Her lipstick was a dark burgundy color and gave her lips an extra pouty look. She was wearing nothing but the stilettos as she walked toward us but you would never know by her expression because she looked like walking around nude felt as comfortable as wearing a nice dress at the mall. She was five and a half feet tall and had a slightly curvy build. I had always said she had the body that Marilyn Monroe wished she had. She was somewhat large-breasted for her size and they jiggled when she walked around without the confines of a bra. She was very feminine but with the confidence of a man. Michael and I were speechless as she walked toward us. She immediately stuck out her hand to introduce herself like she had walked in to a business meeting. After introductions were made, I directed her over to the cross and Michael and I buckled her to it. He turned to me and asked, “Do you want to pose each shot or just flow with the concept?” “I hoped we could just go with the concept. Simply put, she, or her character if you will, is here for your sadistic pleasure. But, this will be more erotic and sexy than true BDSM. Also, she’s never done this kind of thing and I’ve been told that you can make it look real but still be relatively painless.” I explained. “Oh yeah. I’ve done that a few times. So, I’ll just start using my hands then some of the toys on the table and you just tell me what you want me to do differently, or more, or less …?” “Exactly.” I said. I picked up the camera and got ready to start. He stood very close to her and cupped the side of her neck with his left hand. He spoke softly but I could just hear it. “OK Tina, do you know what a safe word is?” She had been reading up on BDSM since we first talked about it and had actually become very knowledgeable and intrigued by it all. But, she was still very nervous about it hurting. She nodded nervously. “What word will you use when I'm going too far and we need to stop?” He asked. “Red” she softly replied. She was gazing directly in to his eyes and I noticed her breathing was getting just noticeably more rapid. “And if you need me to hold the level I’m at? No harder or softer?” She nervously cleared her throat. “Yellow” “And if you want more or harder?” “Green” “Good girl.” He smiled and glanced over to make sure I was ready. He started running his hands slowly down the length of her arms, standing inches from her face. She looked in to his eyes and smiled nervously but quickly returned to character and changed her expression to fear. He slid his hands down her sides to her waist and stepped even closer. I moved to a better angle to get shots of their faces. Her eyes were closed so I asked them to look directly in to each other’s eyes. I watched his hands sliding up towards her breasts, ready to cup them but stopping short and running them back down her ribs to her waist. I glanced down and saw that his cock was not quite erect yet but was definitely swelling and it was, ever so lightly, brushing against her clit. His chest was occasionally brushing against her fully erect nipples. He backed up and knelt in front of her. His hands going down the outer thigh, up the inner then changing direction and sliding just past her vulva to her waist and back to her hips. He was being very careful to deliberately avoid any contact with her lady parts and his movements were agonizingly slow. He did this a couple more times then stood back up. This time he slid his hands up her ribs even slower than before and then fully cupped both breasts. He stepped in closer so that is now semi-erect cock was rubbing against her pussy. Her breathing became faster and she started to whimper just a little. He began gently squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Her mouth opened as if she were dying to kiss him but he was in control and would take what he wanted, when he wanted it. He turned to walk back to the table to retrieve one of the toys I had laid out. She looked at me, hunting for some sign of how I was with this other man touching her like this. What she saw was me, more turned-on than I had ever been in recent memory. I know I had to be a bit flushed and was surely obvious about it. She looked a little relieved and then silently mouthed “Wow!” She smiled briefly but then looked back at him and regained her focus going back to her scared little kitten expression. I readied my camera again.

He started rolling the pinwheel gently down her right arm and she began breathing a little heavier. The pinwheel was a simple little device that was actually a tool neurologists had used to check for nerve function. It was merely a steel handle about four inches long that held a one inch diameter wheel with dozens of needle-like spikes around it. He slowly rolled it down her side then down to her hip and on to just above her knee cap. It may have been simple, but it was obviously effective. There was no mistaking that she was getting really horny now. I was releasing the shutter about every second or so. He started back up the inside of her thigh and her breathing got more audible. Her eyes nearly closed and she was barely able to keep focusing on his face. As he got to within a couple inches of her pussy, he turned and started rolling it up just around the slightly darker skin of her freshly shaven vulva. I zoomed in tight enough that only his hand, the pinwheel and the affected part of her body was in the frame. When he diverted it to go around her pussy I noticed a glistening drop of her moistness forming at the bottom of her lips. She had squirted a few times in our relationship when the sex was exceptionally hot but it was a fairly rare thing and if this little drop forming was the tell-tale sign, she was soon going to explode. He continued the pin wheel up her flat stomach on a path directly for her right nipple. As he got closer she started biting her lip and her whimpering got a little louder. He diverted once again to go up the center of her chest. He stopped and crossed over to her left side. He started again at her wrist and slowly rolled it down her side. Once again, when he got to her knee he turned and started back up her inner thigh. He was agonizingly slow but it seemed like the pace was working for her. I tried to follow his path with the camera, firing shots every second or so but also catching an occasional shot of her face. She was in agony and ecstasy at the same time. Her breathing had quickened to the point that she was almost panting. Michael masterfully manipulated her and she would have agreed to anything right then. When he once again got to the center of her chest, he asked, “What’s your color?” She breathed heavily, looked deep in to his eyes and whispered, “Green”. When I heard her reply I almost came in my trousers. I was really expecting yellow but obviously she wanted more…way more. It seemed that we had discovered something that completely shot her in to orbit. I was so turned on and I wanted this to go on forever. I was even feeling a little sadistic and started thinking about what I could do to torture her a while longer before sending her plummeting over the edge. “Can we do that again? Tina, you OK with that?” I asked. She smiled at me and said, “Sure. Whatever you want.” “Would you be OK with him running it over your clit and your nipples?” She smiled and nodded quickly. Michael took up his position to her right and started at her wrist again. Slowly down her arm but this time he went over her breast and across her nipple. She whimpered a little louder a flinched a little more than she had been. He slowly rolled across her nipple several more times and she continued to whimper and flinch every time. He continued down to the side again, down her hip, making the u-turn above her knee and back up the inner thigh. As he got closer she closed her eyes, licked her lips, and when he rolled over her clit she flinched, threw her head to the side and cried out. Her movements and expressions were priceless and I was sure I was getting shots that were infinitely better than anything I had imagined. This time she continued to moan and the convulsing didn’t stop for a few seconds. The pin wheel was stopped just above her pubic bone but instead of continuing up, he went back to the clit again. She turned her face up towards the ceiling and let go of a loud moan/scream that loudly announced the arrival of her orgasm. I saw that she was dripping pretty steadily now. Her moaning transitioned to crying, “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” with every breath and I decided she needed a break to cool down a bit. I noticed Michael’s equipment was standing at full attention then Tina looked directly at it too. I asked, “Michael, you OK or do you need a break?” He realized he was erect. “I can go walk it off if you want.” He shyly said. “No! I mean it’s not necessary.” “How ‘bout you Tina? You OK?” “Oh my GOD!” is all she could manage to get out. “Do you need a break?” “No! Let’s keep going.” Michael walked back to the table and picked up a riding crop. I zoomed out and watched him slide it over the same trail he had already blazed with the pinwheel, avoiding the nipples and clit as he had the first time. She started rolling her hips slightly and was pulling little against the restraints as if she were wanting to rub her body against his. When he slid the crop down her stomach, she looked as though she was trying to push her pussy towards him. When he got to her inner thigh, he gave her a little smack with the crop. She winced and cried out. He looked her in the eyes and she looked into his. Her look assured him that he was on the right path. He slid the crop over to her hip and popped her again, this time on the side of her butt. She again jerked and cried out. He slid it back up her ribs and started encircling her breast. She was whining, somewhat out of the anticipation of the sting she was about to feel and somewhat out of the desire to feel that sting. Pop! Directly on her nipple. She cried out and jerked away against the restraints, but, then slowly moved back in position. He lightly popped her again and again she cried out. He grabbed her breast with his left hand, squeezing it so tight that her nipple was fully pushed out and then gave her nipple a rapid succession of a dozen light pops and she continued to wince but her vocalizations were getting really close to the orgasm alarm again. He stopped and took a step back. Her eyes seemed to beg him to continue as she pushed further toward him and away from the cross. He stepped back in with the crop headed right at her pussy. He began flicking it lightly against her lips. She started crying out again and squirming against the restraints. He changed his grip slightly and started slapping her clit in swift short strokes. Her eyes closed tight and her mouth open like she was screaming but she wasn’t even breathing. Suddenly, she yelled out, “OH MY GOD!” and a near steady stream of droplets fell from her pussy and puddled on the floor. Her whole body was convulsing and she was screaming in delight. He continued, not letting up, tapping away at her clit. I was capturing it all shot after shot after shot. “RED. RED. RED!” she blurted out and he stopped like she had thrown his off switch. He stepped forward and with deep concern, “Are you OK? Do you need me to release you?” “I just need to catch my breath and get off my feet. I may pass out.” We hurriedly released her restraints and she leaned heavily against me. I led her over to a chair close by and Michael grabbed her one of the bottles of water on the table next to the toys. “Do I need to call it and stop?” I asked. “Don’t you fucking dare. I mean, no. I’m fine” She replied. Michael snickered a bit a stepped a few feet away. She got up and said “I think I need to cool down for a few minutes and touch-up my hair and make-up. I’m doing good, just give me a couple minutes”. With that she walked, albeit a bit unsteadily, back to her dressing room. Michael asked, “Is she OK?” I assured him she was and that everything is fine. He should just relax for a few and we would start again. I walked back to Tina’s dressing room to check on her. As I opened the door and walked in, she was sitting in this old beauty shop style chair with her head leaned back in to the head rest and her feet, sans heels, up on the table. The small waste basket next to her was nearly half full of the baby wipes she always carried and I had a strong feeling why she had used so many. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. Seemingly still a bit out of breath. “Am I doing OK?” She asked. “Perfect. I couldn’t ask for any better.” “Sweetie, I am going to be brutally honest with you now. I was so out of control that I would have done absolutely anything he told me to just then.” She was looking directly at me and I knew exactly what she meant. And I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. I paused for a moment, debating with myself on whether to say it or not. “What if I said that I would like to shoot you fucking him?” She looked shocked at first but then asked, “So, you want me to fuck him?” “I would love to watch him fuck you to be precise.” The look on her face was enough to tell me that what I had just blurted out wasn’t the wrong thing to say. “You think he would?” She asked with a little hopefulness in her tone. “I can check but I’m pretty sure he would be fine with it.” She paused for a couple seconds, thinking it over. “OK. But only if you’re absolutely sure you’re OK with it.” I leaned over to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around me. Her kiss was passionate, deep and very reassuring. I pulled away after a short while and left the dressing room. “Would ten minutes be OK?” She asked. I nodded yes and she gave me a wink. Michael was sitting in his dressing room with the door open, fanning himself with a magazine. “Is she OK? “I think she has never been better…seriously.” I answered with a knowing smile on my face. “However, we were wondering if you would be cool with a slight change of plan. If you’re not, it’s perfectly fine. But, what would you think about fucking her in the next series?” I was pretty embarrassed asking the question and certain that my face showed it. “If she’s cool with it and you’re cool with it. Absolutely, she’s a beautiful woman and I think we kind of click. Don’t you?” “Yes I do. So I think I’m going to rearrange some things and we’ll be ready in a few.” “No problem. I just want to freshen up a bit and I’ll be out. OK?” “Great. Take your time” I said. I walked over, unlocked the casters on the St Andrews cross to roll it out of the way. I retrieved an old set of stocks from the back wall and positioned it, then locked its casters. I took some paper towels and was cleaning up the puddle Tina had made when I heard her bare feet coming towards me. “I hope it’s OK. I took the heels off. Do you want me to go put them back on?” “No.” I said. “I think staying in heels in this device may be too difficult to manage.” I stood up and she hugged me. “Are you ready to get fucked?” I whispered. “Cleaning up that mess is probably a waste of time. I have a feeling I’m just going to make another one.” She giggled. “I’m hoping so” I said. I had her bend over and put her head and wrists in to the stocks then lowered the top half down until it latched. Michael was walking in then and I asked him to pick up a couple of spreader bars from a bin on his way. I had Tina spread her legs as far as she was could, and strapped the first bar between her ankles. We then adjusted the second bar and used the cuffs to attach it in front and just above her knees. Now she couldn’t close her legs no matter how hard she tried. “How about if I start with the flogger first?” He suggested. I agreed that would be great and we set to work. He stood behind her with this heavy, suede-leather flog, brought it over in an arc and WHAP! Right across her back. She jumped and cried out but then told us it only surprised her and didn’t really hurt. He flogged her back a few more times and she reacted but not severely. He then stepped to the side and started working on her fully exposed, nice round ass. She started rolling her hips and moaning a bit. I was working my way around trying to get shots from nearly every angle. He then stepped directly behind her and started swinging the flogger in an under-hand arc. It found its target on her quickly dampening pussy. Her moaning started getting louder and her hands started clenching and releasing. He was fully erect and was totally focused on working her in to a frenzy. He changed direction and went back to flogging her ass again. Her pleasure level was becoming more and more obvious. Suddenly and desperately she said, “Michael, if you don’t shove your cock in my pussy right now I’m going to lose my mind!” Michael stopped and looked at me. I smiled and nodded. He slipped in behind her and guided his self in to her. She cried out immediately and it was obvious she had just had a huge orgasm. He started slipping in and out of her slowly as I snapped shot after shot. When she made her request, I abandoned erotic BDSM photography and switched in to full porn mode. I was framing shots of them fucking and several close-ups of his cock sliding in and out of her. Every time he would slide back out, it was covered with her gooey white cum. Minutes later she cried out again and her legs started quivering. I had shot just about everything when my camera indicated the card was full. I put it on the table and leaned against it to watch, deciding on weather I should load a new card or just watch and enjoy. I was actually a little surprised at how much I was enjoying this. I had never seen her like this. Not that the sex we had was bad. In fact, I would wager that our sex life was great. But this seemed to add a whole new level of ecstasy for her that she had never imagined she could experience. I had just adjusted myself to help relieve some of the restriction my own trousers were placing on me when she said, “Sweetie, come around here, please.” I walked around to the other side of the stock where her head and hands were. Michael was steadily pistoning in and out of her. “Please, put your dick in my mouth.” I stepped up in front of her, pulled it out, guided toward her mouth and she sucked it in hungrily. I held it in her mouth, just pausing to experience the sensations of the vibrations in her moans, her tongue swirling around the head then licking just underneath it. Occasionally she would open her mouth to get a big breath or to cry out. I pulled out and teased her with it as she tried to follow it with her tongue. I then put it back in and slowly pushed until my balls were pushed against her chin. She coughed and I pulled back. Her saliva was so thick on it that it was driping as I pulled back. I had a handful of her hair and continued to fuck her face while watching as Michael was pounding in to her. I pulled out to tease her a little more. “You ready to cum for me baby?” She asked. “I want you to cum now. Please cum now. I want to taste your cum so bad.” She begged. When I heard this, I couldn’t have held out any longer if my life depended on it. I pushed past her lips until only a little more than the head was in. With my hand I started pumping the shaft and it was only seconds later I delivered an earth-shattering load in to her mouth. Her tongue was working like mad on the head of my cock but she didn’t swallow any of the cum. I was pumping out so much, so fast that I doubted she would have been able to swallow it even if she wanted to. She let it run out of her lips and fell on to the floor. Michael was working furiously and it was obvious he was ready as well. When my spasms stopped, I pulled out and she started screaming. She was squirting again and this time Michael was too. He was jamming it deep in to her and she was loving it. He cried out and pushed in to her as far as he could. His muscles were shaking like he had been holding up an incredibly heavy weight for too long. Her screams faded to pants and then moans. He gently slid out of her and I opened the stock. She nearly collapsed but I grabbed her by the arm. She pulled me to her hard and held on, panting. “Thank you baby. Thank you. That was wonderful.” She cooed. When she had her strength back she turned and stepped over to Michael. She put her arms around him and pulled him in for a really deep kiss. When she broke it off she said gleefully, “You are incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.” “It was my pleasure. But, I need to go get showered and dressed. I have another appointment really soon.” He smiled and nodded at me as he turned to walk back to the dressing room. Tina started towards her dressing room but took quicker steps. When she caught up to him she slapped him on the ass. They both laughed and then went to their respective rooms.

A couple weeks later, it was a Saturday and I had been really looking forward all week to going out back to my studio. It had been converted from the barn that was on the property when we bought the house and it was set up so that one section was the bedroom furniture, backgrounds and props for boudoir shots, another section had various colored rolls of back drop paper a stool, various other objects for glamour work and a huge storage closet between the two areas for storing props. A large work bench area with my cameras, lenses and other “tools’ all organized. It was mid-morning and I was just puttering around looking for inspiration for a new series of shots when Tina walked in wearing one of my button-down shirts and a pair of high heels. “Not that I’m complaining” I said, “but, why are you in one of my shirts and in heels on a Saturday morning? You normally don’t wear that until much later in the day and only when you’re trying to be a little tease.” I asked. “I know, but I decided that I’m going to spend the entire day dressed like this to make up for how bad I was yesterday.” “OK. What did you do that was so bad?” I had no idea what she could have done that made her feel like she had to spend the day making it up to me. I was truly dumbfounded. She cocked her head, put her hands behind her back and swiveled back and forth like a little girl who’s being really bashful. “I sort-of spent more money than I should have” she said smiling. “I leaned back against the stool behind me. “How much?” I was puzzled. She could have only spent what was in her account and I usually didn’t care what she used that for. “I spent like three or four thousand.” She was still pouring on the cute little girl thing really thick. “OK. That’s quite a bit. But, since you’re telling me about it, may I know what on?” “I bought three HD video cameras and two tripods.” She announced proudly. "They're not profesional grade but they're supposed to be realy good." Now I was really confused. She continued, “I have been reading up on how to shoot videos, making movies, lighting, you know. That sort of stuff. I’ve decided I want to make a movie or two.” I felt like I have always been supportive when she wanted to try something new and I was a little confused as to how and why she’s telling me this. “OK. That’s fine with me. Where is all this stuff? Can I see it?” “It’s over there in your storage closet because we’ll need it out here tonight.” Now she dropped the cute little girl routine and just stood, seductively, in front of me. “We? Tonight? You’re starting shooting tonight?” Then it hit me. Three cameras and two tripods. Before I could even ask what the movie was about or what we would be shooting, she undid the only two fastened buttons and opened up the shirt to expose her whole body. “So…you can look all you want today but you can’t touch. Michael will be here this evening and I need you ready to perform.” She turned and started walking back towards the door. “And, you need to get the video cameras out and learn how to use them. You’re going to be using the hand-held while I fuck Michael and we need to figure out where to set up the two static ones. She stopped as she got to the door. “Well, I’ll mostly be fucking Michael while you shoot but you’ll be fucking me some too.” She turned and walked out the door.

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