Photo number 2

You pull the blouse open, revealing your bra and heavy cleavage, your mind trying to think on numbers. Ten guys jerking off, a hundred? It's the internet, it could be thousands or more! If Tyrone has picked up on your excitement he doesn't seem to be showing it and he says.

"They are lovely. Bend slightly forward at the waist, hands on your knees and squeezing those beautiful melons with your arms. Keep smiling and."

You followed his instructions and the camera flashes a second time. Eight to go. At this rate you'll be done in ten minutes let alone half an hour. You wonder how much the blonde got paid have getting fucked? Tyrone seems to be in thought, his eyes flicking between the camera and you, the pause is slightly disconcerting so you say.

"This everything alright?"

"Yeah, I was just considering what picture to take next. Normally we'd go try various things and publish what works. OK. Can you pill your skirt up around your hips, bend over with your ass towards me. Put your left hand on your left buttock, right hand across your belly. Look over your right shoulder back to me. Oh, and stand with your legs crossed."

You try to remember the instructions so you pull your skirt up to reveal your matching coloured thong. Turning round with your back to Tyrone and bending down. Suddenly he exclaims.

"What is that? A little rose. Cute. Make sure you don't cover that with your hand. Internet geeks get all pissy about Photoshop if tattoos appear and disappear."

"Don't you Photoshop the images?"

You rhetorically reply. The cynicism is laden in your voice and Tyrone can tell, he chortles and says.

"It happens. A lot. But I don't like it. You end up causing more problems than its worth. I prefer true feminine beauty to shine through. So lets switch it round, right hand, right buttock. Look over your left shoulder. And bend a little more. And smile."

You crane your neck round, the position tricky to hold in these heels, left leg inside the right. You thrust your ass up a touch and smile and are rewarded with a bright flash. Tyrone looks at the image and smiles, without looking back up at you he says.

"I think its about time to release the puppies. Lets lose the bra."

For a short while you thought you were going to remain clothed longer than this. Did you continue or do you want to keep your puppies to yourself?