I sank down on the bed, exhausted, my chest heaving, my body trembling. Joe got off the bed.“Thanks. That was a very decent fuck,” he said to me.I... moaned, my fingers still clawed on the sheets. I heard a soft, dry chuckle and my eyes fluttered open. The photographer had finished packing up. He grinned at me and began to take off his clothes as he came to the bed.“S.O.P., around here,” he said. “Standard Operating Procedure. I get to fuck the models as a bonus. You don’t mind?”I didn’t care any. Funny thing is,for a big girl she hardly ever ate.Anyway.When the weekend came round I would make my way round to Jack and Heathers for a piss up and a laugh.The conversation always turned to sex after about my fourth drink and we had a ball talking about our past experiences,In my case usualy made up.Taken from some porn magazine I had read,or just fantasies I wanked to at night.One night,as I was on my fifth drink,I blurted out how I had been with this girl who liked to be dominated."Yeah,she. I didn't know what to say and he looked like he didn't know what to say, but then he said " I was just checking to see if there was anything wrong with your sweet body, because I know you don't think well what I told you if there was anything you want to share with dad." then he gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me to go back to sleep, and he left the room. I was going crazy; my panties were wet. I just thought to my self "was it because of my dad" but then I just thought it was because. Sophie is thirty. Nanette is forty. When I look at them, I see incredibly attractive young women. I guess V1 is good for something.I’m exhausted and ready for the weekend.“Did you read the review in yesterday’s newspaper?” Beca asked excitedly when we met for lunch.“I was so stressed about getting my English paper and Literary Journal caught up, I didn’t even see yesterday’s paper,” I said. “Were they good to Cindy?”“Oh, yeah. They thought she was wonderful, a prodigy who could play with any.