She finished the roll very quickly and I learned a little about what itwas like to model for a professional photographer - it was mostly a matter of...taking directions, something I've always done well. She had me take mysandals off for the third or fourth shot, then kneel with my skirt up high toshow my thighs. A later pose had me roll my top up from the waist to showmy bare midriff. I quite enjoyed posing and was disappointed when thesecond roll of film was finished.Sara told me she'd. If you feel OK. I have no problem." But what about your friends? What if they got to know that I stayed at your place?" Sne. Please don't worry about me or my friends. I'm an independent man. I can let anybody stay at my place. I pay the rent. Not them. Only thing I worry about is if it's OK with you." Of course it's OK with me. I'd love to stay at your place." OK then. That's decided. You will stay with me. Do you need anything special except a bed?" I teased."Mmm. Let me see. Does my room. While we were doing this Sally never even stirred. Susan looked at me with am impish grin on her face and asked if I had a digital camera. I said yes and she told me to get it, which I did. When I got back to the bedroom I found Susan had arranged Sally in bed, on her back with a sheet over her but her breasts exposed. Susan told me to take a picture which I did. Then she told me that she wanted to play a trick on Sally and would I go along with it? I told it that I would and so she explained. He said we could meet even in a motel room.He was so persistent. At first I was reluctant, since I was a married woman and, although Victor did not fuck me properly sometimes, I loved him with all my heart…Seamus kept asking and asking until I finally gave in. I agreed to meet him at a motel along the highway. I had chosen to wear a summer dress, something conservative.The excitement I felt about meeting him turned to nervousness…I hit the highway and soon I reached the motel. I almost turned.