Stacy's plump, naked tits press against Becca. Becca grabs hold of them, tight. Oh fuck… The young, sexy girl squeezes Stacy's nipples firmly with h...er tiny fingers until she can no longer stand it. Stacy pulls Becca's hands off of her and pins them above her head. She looks into Becca's eyes and whispers strictly, "don't move those hands." Becca can't help but smile from ear to ear as her girlfriend controls her. Stacy lets go of Becca's wrists and slowly moves down the girl's body. She moves. Don was a bigger black guy. He was in a t shirt and gym shorts. “I got all the cameras ready and we can start whenever” Don said to Mike.“Ok great, thanks Don. So, Loren, how about we do this. Lets take some pictures of you in what you have on and let you get use to posing and seeing how a shoot goes and we can go from there.“Ok Cool” I said as I se my bag down. “Anywhere?” I said as I walked to the backdrops.“Let’s start on the left side.” Mike said pointing to the backdrop on the left. Mike. The thrill is too hard to avoid.She goes further to explain, "This feels so good I don't want to walk away. I just want to follow this feeling wherever it goes. I have such an overactive conscience I couldn't even take a paperclip from work without being swamped with guilt, but for some reason entering into an affair with a married man didn't faze me."As humans, we all have an erotic energy. The level of intensity of this energy varies just like our temperaments, both of which are innate. I took a deep breath because I had just realized I still had on the knit cami with my still firm breasts and hardened nipples poking right through and a teen slut mini and now some kid is checking me out and probably whacking off on the other side of my wall. OK, he wasn’t quite a kid but he wasn’t quite an adult either and every time I looked down at the hole his eye was right there as wide as it could get. “I could have a bit of fun with this,” I thought to myself. I figured I could flaunt.