The studio looked very professional.There were lights, cameras and computers inside.It looked like Mr Mortimer ran some kind of business from this pla...ce. Mr Mortimer guessed what was going through Martins mind.So, he told him.“That he was a retired professional photographer by trade.However, he liked to keep his hand in.So, he ran a small private photographic club.For some very exclusive members.”Mr Mortimer now changed the subject back to the broken solar panel.And he now asked Martin point. “Turns out, I lied,” he said. “I do that sometimes, to dumb cum-sluts like you. Shouldn’t have fallen asleep on the bus should you?”“I need to get home!” Panic was setting in now, Candice started babbling. “My boyfriend is expecting me home! Please let me go!”“It’d be quicker if you took your pants off and let them all fuck you.” This was from the girl behind, who was stroking Candice’s hair. “It’s fun, bit of a gangbang on the top deck, get yourself bent over a seat.”“No, I can’t…” Candice’s. ‘How about dance songs?’ she asked. ‘That’s a tough one, I’m not much of a dancer. It doesn’t fit with my tough guy image.’ ‘Like the British pop tarts do?’ she quipped back. I supposed she had me there. Damn, but my face hurt from all this smiling. ‘So, does your face hurt?’ – It was out before I really thought about it. She actually brought both her hands up to her cheeks on that one and blushed a bit. She looked a little surprised, maybe even a little disbelieving. ‘You know, it really does.. No, everything is okay with me, come inside I heard myself saying, looking at that big fat place that figured out in his cycling gear.I got it hot and was called at the same time. You look beautiful were his words when I let him in. I was wrapped in a short skirt with a light transparent blouse, where my full ripe udders were clearly visible. Likewise, the outlines of my bra were visible through the blouse.I felt how my pussy was preparing to be fucked later. I was leaking like no other, I was.