A camera!

The door thudded shut behind as Mr. Brady returned into Elyse's view with a camera in hand. It was an older non-digital camera with a limited roll of film.

“I hope you don't mind me taking some pictures.”

Elyse smiled nervously as he shot off a few snaps right away. It wasn't at all what she was expecting! Yet, she found herself enjoying the attention, and the flashes continued to illuminate her body. She giggled salaciously and even ventured to raise herself up just enough to pull her top over her head before lying back down again.

Through the lens, Mr. Brady focused on her breasts, snapping several shots of the deep cleavage between her bra. He smiled and licked his lips as he told her things like, “Oh so gorgeous” “A perfect beauty” “My heart's desire”. And she just smiled, taking every compliment, and taking every shot as if they were also compliments. Finally, the film ran out. Dismayed, Mr. Brady fiddled with the camera a bit before setting it aside.

“Well, that's that,” he said, stepping closer beyond the door (still open) and sliding his fingers just above her kneecap where they bent at the seat's edge. With big wondrous eyes, she observed his approach. They took all the details from head to toe. And, she did not fail to notice the large erection tenting up his pants. She then positioned herself onto the back of her elbows and looked him in the eye.

“Mr. Brady, I see this has all pleased you very much. And I believe you deserve only the fittest recompense.” She raised herself even further until she found herself settled at the edge of the car seat. Now, he was closer, but, she needed him even more closer, so she grabbed his belt and pulled him in.

“I think I know what you need,” she said, raising her neck, pursing her lips, and locking her eyes onto his.

And in instant response, he said: