Behind the main building was a large sun drenched patio and pool. Once my things were all sorted out, I put on my trunks and headed there.I swam a fe...w laps in the cool clear waters before I heard a voice from the balcony above ask "Are you a Covington? or a Pye?" She was an older woman, perhaps 40, with flaming red hair, something that was quite common in our family. I knew she was not one of my aunts, so I assumed that she must be a cousin.I stopped swimming, and stood looking at her a. ”“It’s no biggy. But I do have another question for you guys”“What is it?” Anna asked.“Are there any guys here in Brownsville” Maggie asked. “Cause just from traveling through here, I didn’t see a signal guy.” “Well...no...not exactly” Brook chimed in, as she explained the ultra-conservative laws passed in the town, and what had happened to the male population in Brownsville.“What?” Maggie said as she learned that male masturbation was illegal in Brownsville.“Yep, that’s kinda how we met, Will.. "Just no full frontal!" No, sure," she sighed and bit her lip. "We'll just have to be creative then."Twenty-four hours later we were together in the shop, the location of the "shoot," and Sara had brought one of her cameras to work. She allowed me to see her camera bag as she walked past me with a cheeky smile at 4pm and then said nothing, but as our colleagues departed to go home, until it was just us two, she gently reminded me. There was a playfulness about her and as she went to the till, I. I try to sit up but you tell me to stay where I am. I do as you say and feel your hand stroke across my arse. As my arse lifts to meet your hand you move away from me, so my arse is lifted up and my pussy is soaking wet. I hear you laughing quietly and I know you can see how wet I am. I lay as I am while I wait to find out what you are going to do next. The waiting is unbearable and every second feels like a minute. I hear the door open and I'm not sure if you have left or not. Suddenly I.