"Right on time. I like that. I see you brought your equipment," she said, pointing to my camera case. "What kind is it?" It's a Canon 35mm SLR digital...." Well, take it out and let's get started."I ignored the double entendre and unpacked the camera and lens. When it was together I paused a minute to survey my model. Angela was wearing a rather conservative wine colored suit with a skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. The blouse was white and opened at the throat. A simple string of pearls. I told them know it was all fine and I have no complains and I hoped it was between us, which they assured. Imran asked me is it okay if we could try more things and I cooperated them to fulfill their fantasies, I said what more can they think a they have had me all different ways, they said they had many more in mind but they r scared I might feel offended, I said we had already crossed our lines so no question of feeling offended or bad, they said then I must co operate I said okay. We went. It stopped on the edge of my bum, “Melissa, you look gorgeous!” I could feel myself blush, “Thank you. Do you like the outfit?” “I haven’t seen it all yet, but I like what I see.” Mark ordered a drink. We stayed close to the bar and we chatted; getting to know each other and making polite conversation, except, it was anything but polite. The conversation was thick with innuendoes as our repartee bounced off each other. Mark was charming and I started to relax in his company. His slight touches. She said that the little sexual activity that went on with all the dares during the party somewhat turned her on, but also made her sad. reminding her that she has no one. After we talked for a while, and I somehow cheered her up she started asking me these weird questions. Like "why exactly do you like feet so much" and "What did it feel like when you and Nichole sucked each other's toes".I tried to explain it to her the best that I could, about why I like feet so much. It is really hard to.