I looked down and saw a telltale sign of precum wetting a spot on the front of my boxers. "Geez, the horny bastard can't keep his underwear clean and ...dry. Guess we'll have to fix that" she laughed as she headed to her desk and opened the drawer. She removed a pair of pink, lace panties from the desk and a small package. "I think you better change your undies" she laughed "and here's how well keep these clean and dry." She opened the package and withdrew a panty liner, which she stuck inside the. “Its pretty, I like the view. Its the best part about this job.” I said. I moved from his chest to his abs and pelvis, then around his hips to his thighs. He groaned a bit when I hit his sore muscles. “So do you fuck your clients?” he asked. I laughed and said, “I dont know. You’re my first client. I have thought about it, and would be open to it, but not for the same price.” He pointed to his pants on the floor and told me to get his wallet. He told me to open it and pull out the cash. There. “I’m back, Dad.”“So you are, Jana. Are you ready to be a model?”“You bet.”“Great,” he said. “We’ll start with a few Polaroid test shots to check the lighting. Stand over there by that chair.” Dad was all business, very professional. After he took the shots, he told me to relax while he made some adjustments to various lights. Then he called me back. “Okay, I usually don’t know what I’m looking for exactly; things just seem to work out after a while. I’ll give you some direction and then let you. "Stacy turned around and slammed the door on her way out. She was only halfway across the parking lot when her cravings started to get the better of her and she began to try and rationalize how she could get what she so badly needed."Well I could make him promise not to tell anyone that I slept with him. And no one knows about Neil and his machine. I could do it just this once and then never again, I could just lay there and not move, he didn't say I had to like it!"Stacy involuntarily turned.