“Did he make you do the housework then?”“Not just the housework Ian. He used to come to my bedroom in the night and do things to me.” I was bo...th shocked and aroused. “He wasn’t nice Ian. At first I was loving then he started to do things that I didn’t want. He was very forceful. Anyway Ian he put me off most men. I was only your age when he did those things. I don’t want to go into it now it’s too distressing – perhaps another day.” Well I was even more curious but didn’t press it. She crossed. "I looked at him, pretending to be shocked by his suggestion and tested him by responding with the ubiquitous question "What kind of girl do you think I am?" He passed the test. The words of love and praise were all I was seeking. I reached out beneath the table and began to fondle and squeeze the manhood lodging in his pants."Get it out!" I whispered assertively as I felt it triple in size.He needed no further incentive. His hands quickly disappeared beneath the tablecloth and I watched him. When we finished looking at the pictures I told Mark they looked very good and that he did a very good job. He told me thank you and then he informed me about another photo shoot he wanted to do for his next project. What would that be? I asked him. The first one he told me about was a Wicked Weasel photo shoot out by the pool. Both outside the water and some of me in the water, he said. Then he told me he would like to have me model various Victoria Secret type outfits. I thought of the red. We laid there, both panting heavily, and covered with sweat, kissing each other passionately. I thought we would both fall asleep like that, but I was dead wrong. The two of us rolled over, and she was now laying with her back on my chest as we continued to kiss. My hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching the nipples gently and twisting them. She let out another moan of pleasure and it was more arousing to me than I knew. As we laid there and I was fondling her breasts, I felt a.