The city was always beautiful at night, a blanket of multicolored jewels that emitted nothing but the brightest sense of engineering prowess and aesth...etic beauty that the young lawyer found both touching and reflective. The way the ceiling of twilight – ‘Sir, Nike Toris from Victory Accounting is here to see you – she rescheduled her appointment to tonight’ The glimmer of annoyance at being interrupted in what he considered a private moment was soothed and quelled at the mention of his clients. To show him I was sure I took his hard cock in my soapy hand and started to jerk him off, he slid his finger inside my pussy but he was too entranced by my hand job to move it much. My pussy needed more friction so I raised one leg onto the rim of the tub inviting him to fuck me. He slipped inside and we stood there in the shower full on fucking both of us watching his huge hard shaft wet humping my puffy red pussy lips. I could feel my orgasm mounting but I only meant for us to get. When she didn’t, Stephanie asked, “You’re serious?”Jill nodded. “Ten bucks for a nude selfie. Twenty if they want me to spread my pussy, finger myself, or something. Fifty for a pair of panties and a picture of me wearing them. More if they want me to buy something specific for them.”Stephanie stood in stunned disbelief, having trouble processing what her friend had just revealed to her. They had both sent nude selfies to boys before - even taken them of each other - but the thought of guys. “That’s for my husband!” she yipped. “It’s none of your business! I didn’t realize it would show!”“I think you did,” said Bobby. “I think you’re teasing me.”“Certainly not!” she huffed. “Now, let me go!”Bobby pulled her back toward him and, as her feet touched the floor, he slid his hands to her breasts, cupping them.“Just as I thought,” he murmured into her hair. “No bra on those pretty titties either.”“You can’t touch me like that!” she moaned. “Let me go!”“Oh, come on, baby,” he cooed in her.