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and despite the heat, she was full of energetic enthusiasm. I sat on the
     sidelines so as not to get in the way while she rearranged furniture and removed paintings to create a blank wall for a background.
    When the scene was set, Ron sat on a stool in his incongruous outfit. His hard-on was still raging, and I could see it bulging
     against the fabric of his shorts. Laurie seemed oblivious—or she was too polite to mention it—as she snapped her camera, every
     so often instructing him to turn his head or change position. As she bent over her tripod, her shorts rode up to reveal a
     pair of juicy ass cheeks—apparently, she wore no panties. I was seized with a sudden urge to simply walk over, stick my hand
     up her shorts, and squeeze her flesh. (I must confess that I get such urges rather frequently and at the most inappropriate
     times, like toward strangers in places like the supermarket; I’ve learned how to restrain myself.)
    When they finished the photos, Ron looked over at me. “Want to have a picture of us together?” he asked.
    “What, me in my T-shirt and you all decked out?”
    “Just for fun,” Ron said.
    “You might as well,” said Laurie. “I’m all set up.”
    I went over and stood next to Ron. He put his arm around my waist, and Laurie snapped the camera. Feeling playful, I grabbed
     his tie and pulled it as if I was going to lead him around by it. Laurie laughed and snapped the camera again. “Keep going,”
     she said. “This is great. I can use these pictures in the artsy section of my portfolio.” Ron and I cavorted around awhile,
     which inevitably led to some more suggestive poses. After all, his cock still hadn’t gone down—when I bumped against him,
     I could feel it, hard and insistent. “Just let yourselves go,” Laurie encouraged. “I need to get some practice doing candid
     shots.”
    “Can we do anything we feel like?” I asked with a meaningful look.
    She smiled knowingly. “Sure.”
    I resumed where we’d last left off, on my knees sucking his dick, only this time I had a camera recording all my moves. I
     had never been watched by anyone while sucking cock, and that in itself was enormously exciting. But what was even more exciting
     was the knowledge that I was being photographed, just as if I were a porno queen. I imagined that the pictures would end up
     in a magazine and be seen by millions of people. Guys would jerk off to the sight of my masterful cocksucking skills. Responding
     to my imagined audience, I stuck out my ass, thrust out my chest, and took that dick way down deep.
    Ron was, of course, also excited by the scene, though not for quite the same reasons, as he later told me. He didn’t think
     about the photos as much as he thought about Laurie—the fact that another woman was watching his cock being sucked drove him
     wild.
    But Laurie didn’t watch for very long. Just as I thought I’d go crazy without some attention to my aching cunt, she abandoned
     her camera and got down on the floor behind me. I kept right on sucking Ron’s cock while Laurie slipped off my shorts and
     panties and positioned herself so she could eat me out. Her masterful tongue worked its way up and down my labia and over
     my clit. She stuck a finger or two inside me and slowly fucked me while she licked. Her mouth inspired mine, and I took Ron’s
     cock, so deep I thought I’d choke—but I didn’t.
    Standing over us, watching Laurie eat my pussy while I sucked his cock, Ron began to moan and gyrate his hips, pumping his
     cock deeper and harder into my mouth. With a final thrust, his prick held steady as a fire hose, spurting hot liquid down
     my throat. I gulped it, at the same time pressing my cunt against Laurie’s mouth until I, too, came.
    After our orgasms subsided, Ron and I turned our attention to our little photographer. I removed her shorts and fulfilled
     my fantasy of grabbing those ass cheeks—in fact, I chewed and nibbled on them until they were covered