Well, it's nothing he hasn't seen already, she thought as she took off the thong, which she had pulled aside during the shoot to show some pink.Imogen... turned on the shower which had a lot of water pressure just the way she liked it. She turned to the mirror and smiled, and squeezed her natural breasts some more. Photo shoots always made her a little horny. The water warmed up quickly and soon Imogen stepped in and closed the door.She sighed and tossed her hair back, and closed her eyes, as the. The office was dark. One small window offered what little natural light the dreary winter’s morning had to offer, only marginally helped by the glare of his computer screen which reflected off his thin-framed spectacles.The Headmaster’s desk was built from solid oak, its colour matching the long wall panels but was now worn and scratched, and Mr Peddigrew often imagined it had been installed by the school’s very first Headmaster a whole century earlier.Three photos in silver frames stood. "Did he break up over a text?" Greg questioned, taking the phone.I just sat down and let my hands fall to my lap. I heard a little bit of chattering between them, but I wasn't listening. I just looked at the floor and shed a couple of tears as I rubbed my head."This is bullshit, Mom. He thinks you moved too fast to get into bed, so that's it? He couldn't even come over here and tell you his feelings?" Greg inquired."I guess not," I muttered, failing to make eye contact. "I didn't see that. Impulsively, she kissed him on the lips, intending it to be a ‘Thank You’ kiss. To her surprise, the kiss became much more than she intended it to and lasted far longer than she planned. When the kiss finally did end, she stepped back. She having a lot of difficulty breathing and her heart was pounding. She had never felt like this after being kissed. ‘I…I’m sorry, Luke,’ she said, ‘I…I don’t know what came over me.’ Luke, who was also experiencing a considerable amount of inner turmoil, forced.