Aber kaum fing er auch nur an daran zu denken wurde sein Schwanz wieder angenehm hart und er fing an schwerer zu atmen. Warum sollte er sich überhaup...t befreien wollen?Seine Hand wanderte zu seiner Hose und spürte durch den Stoff wie hart er schon wieder wahr. Wie geil er war. Wie scharf es ihn machte ein Verräter zu sein. Nein. Es turnte ihn gerade zu an eine Gehirnwäsche bekommen zu haben. Mit einer Hand lehnte er sich auf den Tisch und mit der anderen Hand fische er seinen Schwanz wieder. Money doesn't necessarily help. Who wants to pay retail for something fresh out of the factory, anyway? I found my answer in a way that actually gets me paid.Not much, but...The fact that I am able to be on the clock while having fun with a steady supply of 'girls' is definitely something to write home about.The idea dawned on me one day when I was at a thrift store shopping for some used panties and dolls. I saw the workers in the back sorting the donations. I saw a table covered with. " he ordered her. He set the camera and tripod down and immediately jerked the lens cap free and took the shot and another and another."Ah. Turn a little and smile. click. Did I tell you your pussy hairs tickled my nose and I almost sneezed?" She threw back her head and guffawed, exactly as he was hoping she would, "Hoold it." click. "Turn that beautiful ass toward me and look at me over your shoulder. Perfect." click. "Now move sideways and smile at me as you think about how we are going to do. The second thing I noticed was the guy sitting at the table she was facing, who was looking in my direction but whose eyes had never made it past Alli. Right now they were doing their best to stay in their sockets – barely – as he looked beneath the table at those long, bare legs, and, I suspect, were doing their best to see what treasure might lie between them! I couldn’t help but note that Alli’s knees were now about eight inches or so apart, while they’d been very chastely together when I’d.