He got Eddie's wife Alice and some other women to hold Kelly in a prone position across the banquet table, her ass sticking up for all to see, and he ...found the videographer, a geeky young man named Ted, and told him: "I want you to videotape this, and make sure you get lots of closeups of my wife's ass getting spanked. Don't miss a second of it. When we're finished, I want you to take the disc back to your office and make 200 copies of it, enough for every person at this wedding. I'll pay you. And I felt it as well. I felt beautiful, sexy, I felt desirable and wanted. My desire for him to know my true identity, almost hit a crisis point. I cannot tell you how many times I began to type out that message, tears of self pity and self loathing bathing my cheeks. Only to delete it later. I had even gone so far as to consent to phone sex. Disguising my usually very girly voice by making it deeper, and using a prepaid phone to hide behind. Often I took photos of myself nude in my full. It had just dawned on me: We were alone. I hastily unbuckled my seat belt and reached for my car door, my heart thumping wildly. I could feel my throat drying as he emerged from the car and walked towards me, playfully holding out his arm to ‘escort’ me to my door. I smiled and shook my head, resting my hand on his arm, trying to hold my shaking figure steady. I could feel my heart sink as we approached my door, because he would probably want to leave right after showing me inside. But no, he. While I moved the furniture around and set up my tripod, Katia went off to change. Ten minutes later she returned wearing the cotton gown I’d seen before.She told me she’d never posed in the nude before and asked me to tell her if she did something wrong. She slipped off the gown and laid it over the back of a chair. And then she announced that she’d trimmed her bush for the occasion. What did I think of it? I don’t remember what I said. I was too busy fiddling with the settings on my camera.I.