She is leading up to something.

Martha convinces the blonde to start some sexy poses, and manages to make a point of touching the blonde all over her body while adjusting her poses. As the blonde is directed into more suggestive poses, Martha removes her blazer, as she is getting a bit warm from the lights and Ellen. Fifteen minutes later, they take a break and sip more wine while Martha reloads the camera yet again.

"Let's get rid of the bra, huh?" Ellen hesitates for a moment - she was hoping she'd given up on that idea. But she did promise her, so she gets up, turns her back and unclips the bra, tossing it on top of the couch. So now just looking at the blonde dressed in the black sheer see through silk robe is arousing Martha.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it? You're beautiful, you know. Let me get this down on film ... Just stand like that..." She crouches, moves in and photographs head, shoulders, and following up with several different angles. "Hands on head." Ellen hooks her hands behind her head, making her breasts jut out. Martha takes a series of photographs, moving closer each time, until she is virtually crouching between the blonde’s legs. "Close your eyes." She doesn't know why but she does so. Martha takes her limp right hand and places it over her pubic mound. Ellen pushed against the warm hand, trying to cure the burning desire developing in her loins. Martha held her hand still and only allowed a light touch, however, teasing her on to even more passion.

Martha pulled away from Ellen abruptly, deliberately depriving her of what she wanted. "There, now you're decent." She concentrates on taking a few more shots. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess..." the blonde managed to reply softly.
Martha whispered, "I'll bet your breasts are big and soft just like mine.”

On impulse the saleslady boldly comes behind the unknowing blonde, cups the blondes firm breasts through the silk lingerie, and squeezes them lovingly. Martha gets Ellen to turn her head so she can kiss the blonde while massaging the breasts and squeezing the erect nipples softly. Ellen became impetuous in the given situation as the blonde turns into the saleslady, wrapping her arms around Martha as lust fills her young body. Ellen’s nipples were aching as Martha stepped closer to her and asked if she had ever been with a woman. Ellen told her she hadn't and asked if she had. "A couple of times in the past" Ellen flinched, but did not pull away.