He laughed at me getting so worked up over the shoot and said he was sorry that he had showed me the magazines and hinted this is what they want. ‘...Do you think I would let my wife pose like those sluts? They’re professional models and these guys are just normal blokes not David Bailey so don’t expect much’. I was a little gutted but thought anyway, let’s see if we can get some good shots and fuck hubby’s view, he’s never really supportive of things I do. I’ll get some good shots… The denim. He wore jeans with leather belt, a nice shirt and leather boots. After I opened the door (still wearing only thong, stockings and bra), he shortly examined my body and pushed me into my flat. “On your knees, bitch” he ordered. I followed his command and kneeled down in front of him. I saw a big bulge in his pants, but didn’t have much time to gaze at it. “Don’t look like an idiot, get my dick out!” Without hesitating I opened his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled down his shorts. A huge cock. ..That's all I could do... she had a wide ball gag tightly strapped into my mouth... my jaw was aching... we had been on the road for about an hour... I was concentrating on not peeing... I had no desire to be left in the middle of no-where ... gagged... red lipstick, mascare, plucked eyebrows, blonde curly wig, ball gagged, wide black leather posture collar, black rubber French maid uniform complete with white rubber apron, white rubber rubbles and a little French maid hat ..., black shoulder. After unloading our two bags of gear my guard drives off. I pick up the largest bag, the hang-glider, and Tora picks up the other bag. We go into the barn a few metres away. In the corner is a table with a red light above it to show the papers on the table. I put the bag on the ground, and signal for Kira to start putting the hang-glider together inside the barn, Tora is to help her, and to pack the bag in the one she has when done.I walk over to the fellow who’s the obvious boss of this.