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After a rather
tense, slow start, the next hour passed reasonably quickly with Sandy
posing more easily, changing effortlessly into different brief costumes,
and gaining in confidence with each passing minute. It wasn't long before
she lost her initial apprehension, felt quite at ease and actually began to
enjoy playing up to the camera. Even when Paul Stoat adjusted her poses,
placing his hands briefly on her bare arm, bottom, belly or thigh, Sandy
hardly noticed the man's close proximity or almost uncommon familiarity
with her body. It was smiles all round when he eventually turned to
Margaret and said, "I like her. She's beautiful and a natural." They had a
fifteen-minute break. Sandy and Margaret had a cup of coffee and chatted
enthusiastically about the session. "I found the lights a bit bothersome,
at first," Sandy said. "Made me all hot and sweaty." "Oh, you were hot all
right and it had nothing to do with the lights." Margaret said, teasingly.
"I think you were turned on especially when Paul touched your bum a couple
of times." Sandy reddened. "Really, Margaret. That's a horrible thing to
say." She glanced over her shoulder, lowered her voice almost to a whisper.
"I don't find him in the least bit attractive." "You were definitely turned
on, dear. Maybe it was just being near naked in front of us and the
camera," Margaret suggested. "It's happened to me before." "I wasn't
turned on." "Not even a little bit?" "N-No." Sandy's face was positively
incandescent. "Well, it certainly looked like it to me - especially when
you were stretched out on that sun lounge," Margaret was grinning wickedly.
"Arms over your head, legs spread indecently wide. That costume didn't
hide much at all. Paul and I could see most of your delicious little
pussy." "Margaret! Really! Stop it!" "You were turned on. Admit it." "I
wasn't." Looking utterly embarrassed, Sandy covered her blushing cheeks
with her hands. Enjoying the teasing, Margaret continued to push her
friend. "Come on, Sandy. You can tell me. Didn't you feel just a tiny
bit sexy? Just a teeny weenie bit itchy down there?" Sandy groaned. "Oh,
all right," she said, resignedly. "If you must know, yes. I was turned
on. But only a bit." "I knew it." Margaret, pleased with winning her case,
couldn't resist remarking on how much fun Sandy was having. "You're a
latent exhibitionist. I told you it would be the easiest money you'd ever
earn didn't I?" "Yes, okay." Sandy said, still blushing, her eyes demurely
lowered. "You were right again, as usual. No need to rub it in." Both
girls laughed. Paul Stoat came over and interrupted, reminding them it was
time for the underwear session. He turned to Margaret. "Have you told
her?" Margaret looked unusually coy. "Eh, no, Paul. Not yet." "Well,
might be good if you tell her now and get yourself changed." Frowning,
Sandy fixed a slightly bewildered gaze on Margaret. "Told me what?" Paul
Stoat turned and went back to his cameras immediately making himself busy.
Margaret crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her loose top and pulled it
up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were magnificent.
"Margaret - what are you doing?" "Paul needs both of us for this session,"
Margaret said, quite unabashed by her semi-nudity. "It's a special video shoot for a big customer of his; a home shopping catalogue. We're required
to look sexy and be photographed holding various sex toys. It's easy.
Come on, let's get changed." Sandy looked appalled. "Sex toys! "Yes, you
know, rubber cocks, vibrators, and so on." "God, why...why didn't you tell
me? What if...?" "I didn't want to scare you off, sweetie," Margaret
interrupted, entering the changing room, casually slipping out of her
bikini pants. Sandy couldn't help staring at her friend's bald pubic
mound. God, it looked like a young girl's, the slit a smooth indentation,
the skin pale and clean. Margaret noticed her friend looking at her sex
and smiled. "As a rule, Paul likes his models shaved," she said. "If you
do more stuff for him, he'll want you to shave, too. Stockings,
suspenders, bra and knickers first, okay?" "Margaret, I'm not sure I want
to do this," Sandy said, sounding none too pleased. "You should have told
me. I don't want to play with rubber things and...and whatever." "Oh, come
on, Sandy," Margaret said. "Okay, I'm sorry I sort of sprang it on you,
but don't let me down now. It'll be fun. Really. You'll soon relax just
like you did for the bikini stuff. It's all very tame.

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