One evening after a night of young fucking we both had to pee. She went first, and I followed. Vicky explained that she often watches me do my busin...ess and was curious about how I pee.“You pull your foreskin back? Why can’t you just let it go?” she asked.She was obsessed with my uncircumcised penis. Most women are, it is like that thing you hear about and never see. I can not stress enough that it is a love it or hate it thing. Being of Spanish (Spain) descent my parents put zero thought. I asked him what he was looking for. He told me he wanted a female model let him do up skirt photos and he would think of what he wants when he finds someone to model for him. I told him I would call back when I discussed this with my wife.When the k**s went to bed my wife brought up the subject of the up skirt modeling. She said she thought about it and was willing to do the shoot, if I thought the guy was OK. The following day I called back the man we will call him “Chuck” and told him that. You will not turn around. Understood?” Oh god…..she thought, feeling weak in the knees. She was glad she had the table to support her. This was certainly taking things to a new, albeit exciting, level. To think someone she knew was going to see her in this position embarrassed her, but made her incredibly wet as well. “I understand, sir.” She said, hearing footsteps coming up the walk. A short moment later, she heard the key in the door. Her heart rate quickened. God, she felt so. In my first week, I started to have coffee chat with everyone and didn’t have a chance to chat to Shruti on day one. It was not intentional, but I was so busy. However, we were looking at each other when we passed, the look had something to it.A few days passed and eventually had a chance to catch up with Shruti. By now I met everyone, and we had a casual chat. Shruti was friendly from the word go, the conversation went this wayShruti: “Finally you have time to catch up with me? You managed to.