Taking her naked to the bathroom

Kjerstin stood for a long moment with her jeans pooled around her ankles before reluctantly lifting her feet out one at a time. Jake and Mike helped her keep her balance, Mike by putting his hand on her inner thigh, and Jake by sliding a large black hand over her taut white buttocks.

"N... now what?" Kjerstin stammered, feeling oddly excited and nervous at the same time.

"Now we gotta see what you look like through the camera."

"What? Why?" she pouted, squirming as she realized they hadn't removed their hands. Mike's fingers were mere inches from touching her sweet pussy.

"Because that's how we saw you. It's like.... It's like how people sound like one thing on the phone but sound a little different in person. We saw you from far away and through a small rectangular lens. We need to recreate what we were doing to be sure. Otherwise..." he reluctantly removed his hand and shrugged. "Maybe it was Candy we were filming."

"Let's try the bathroom," Jake said, pushing on her buttocks with a little more emphasis than he had to while Mike retrieved the camera.

In spite of the situation Kjerstin noticed that the two guys' apartment had the same layout as Lester's apartment, though not nearly as tidy. The bathroom was the same too, although it had curtains instead of glass, and it could have used a cleaning.

Jake stood next to her, one arm around her, and both hands on her tits like they were offering them up.

A flash startled her.

"Hey! You take picture?" she indignantly demanded, hands on her hips, more concerned with the picture being taken while she was unaware than of the hands softly squeezing and caressing her swelling breasts.

"Just making sure it's calibrated right. Hmm, I'm not sure we have enough light in here..." Jake muttered, fingers massaging both breast and buttock as he turned toward Mike for his opinion.

"Open the window," Mike suggested, and while Jake opened the dirty window Mike bent his lips to her nearest nipple.

"Oh! What are you... ooh" Kjerstin moaned, trying to be stern, but her fingers could help but curve around the back of his head, pushing him toward her instead of away.