What's next?

Its about what you expect of a photo shoot, at first, . . .

"Come, sit on the bench, look towards my desk," Daniel says, stepping forward to adjust my post slightly, then lift my chin, before stepping back and snapping a pair of pictures.

This continues for about half an hour. A few casual touches, a few more pictures, then on to the next pose.

At one point, he has me lay on my back on the bench, holding a book as if I am reading it. I'm intimately aware of the fact that one of his hands slips slightly under the sundress I am wearing, coming to rest on the inside of my thigh as he adjusts the book in my hand.

My eyes flicker to him, the lust clear in his eyes as he looks down on my body. My earlier unease returns, accompanied by a hint of excitement.