Professor Lex photographs Rocketgirl

Professor Lex continued to run his hands up and down the sides of Rocketgirl's slender frame, from her silver clad hips up to the swell of the heroine's large breasts. Rocketgirl tried to ignore the old man's touch and concentrate on the evidence she was looking at.

"Wha...what do you want from me, Professor Lex?" Rocketgirl asked again.

"I would like to photograph you, take pictures of you Rocketgirl. I am an amateur photographer and I think you would be a wonderful subject."

Rocketgirl thought about it for a moment and she didn't see any harm in allowing the man to take pictures of her. She would just have to be careful with the flash and not allow it to affect her too much. "Alright, if you help me, I will allow you to photograph me."

Professor Lex rested his hands on the heroine's hips. "No, I want to photograph you first, then I will help you. I have my camera right here in my office."

"Alright." Rocketgirl agreed reluctantly.

"Good, it will just be a short session." Professor Lex released his grip on the heroine's hips.

Rocketgirl stood there as the old man walked around and pulled a single lens reflex camera out of his desk. The professor checked it and made sure there was film in it and then adjusted the lens. Rocketgirl let him aim the camera at her and snap a picture. The bright flash momentarily blinded the heroine but then her vision returned. Professor Lex took another picture, then another, and another. He walked around from behind his desk and clicked away taking more photographs of Rocketgirl from the front the sides and back.

The repeated bright flashes of the camera were overcomming rocketgirl, affecting her mind and disorienting her. She knew she should stop this, but she didn't want to seem weak or let the Professor know about her problem.

"Why don't you strike a pose for me rocketgirl?" Professor Lex smiled.

As the heroine put her hands on her hips, the professor snapped more pictures. Rocketgirl then stretched her hands behind her back arching herself forward as more photos were taken.

Professor Lex noticed Rocketgirl's eyes fluttering, and her head wavering, the flashes were having an affect on her. The professor smiled to himself. "Why don't you touch yourself" he suggested.

Almost without thinking Rocketgirl ran her hands over her silver clad breasts caressing them. She squeezed her 38dd tits and ran her fingers over the outlines of her nipples.

"Thats good, why don't you lay out on my desk."

Rocketgirl did a s the professor instructed, climbing on his desk and laying on her side, continuing to run her hands over her breasts. Rocketgirl felt herself getting more aroused and she wanted to touch herself, touch her pussy. The heroine slid one of her hands down between her legs while spreading them and ran her fingers over her costume covered mound.

Professor lex continued to snap pictures as Rocketgirl rubbed her crotch through her costume. The heroine was becomming his, he thought to himself.