They were nice, but oddly mainstream given that they came from Suganya’s camera.“I’m hoping to sell some of these,” she said. I went for the c...onventional look.She then moved on to some portraits. They were nice. Interesting faces of all ages. She had a knack for capturing her subjects in a candid way, despite the formality of the setting. Then……she took me through a series of black and white photos. It was a young woman – maybe twenty or so. The first two pictures featured the woman in a bra. "He used to buy me these outfits to wear," she said."What sort of outfits?" I asked."All sorts really, I'm not sure where he got them from, but they were silly little dresses and such, but they all showed my figure off a bit," she said lamely."Showed your figure off," I repeated.Thinking back to our 5 years together I can remember her wearing loads of different outfits that showed her figure off and she never minded then."These were not your ordinary dresses," she said, "I mean I usually wear. I was too nervous to come and sonaturally he won; although that ofcourse wasn't the objective.He was, or seemed, amazed at mystroke method...which was my grippingmy cock with the first four fingers,no pinky, and grabbing my dick fromover the top of my head rather thanaround the shaft. Of course my fingertips secured my shaft. Then I strokein both an up & down way, but alsoin a kind of twisting motion. At thesame time.Anyway he asked if I'd demonstrate.I did by beginning to stroke myself,knowing. Without demand or command one leg moves to invite and encourage the attentions of any or all of the digits caressing my sensitive flesh. Cool air penetrates beneath my clothing and reveals the extent of my arousal by cooling the now copious flow of my vaginal fluids. Gentle but insistent fingers probe further to the crotch of my panties. Oh how I regret not wearing a pair of fashion panties instead of comfortable cottons. The fingers are now impatient, pressing the taut fabric into my inflated.