Start with the legs spread!

"Alright, honey," Harry said from behind the camera. He was actually licking his lips in anticipation of the show that he was about to receive. "Why don't you get on your knees? Nice and simple. Easy, too." He could tell that Marigold hadn't spent much time on her knees-- at least, not the way he wanted her on her knees. But the way he saw it, there was something a little daring in every beautiful woman, and it was his job to coax it out of her. In order to indulge himself to the pictures later, of course.

"On my knees?" Marigold said. She had expected to be frozen solid from the moment she had exposed her sinfully large breasts to Horny Harry, but she actually felt a little calmer now, as if taking off the vest let her breathe easier both physically and mentally. "O-okay, sure," she said. Getting on her knees was easy. She had spent hours doing it in church, so this was a very natural motion for her. Slowly, she lowered herself to the floor until she was resting on her knees, staring up at Harry's camera as it clicked away at her.

"Smile, lovely," Harry said. He couldn't believe his luck. No one this gorgeous had ever even looked at his con booth before, but here he was immortalizing the moment he got a stunning broad with the biggest tits he had ever seen on her knees.

Marigold smiled. People told her she had a lovely smile. If she smiled for him, maybe the pictures would come out looking more 'artsy' than 'porny.' There was some dignity to art, of course! That's all she was really doing, posing as a model in Harry's personal art collection. Maybe she really didn't have anything to worry about after all.

"Now sit back on your heels and spread your legs," Harry said.

It took Mari a second to figure out what her new photographer had meant, but she quickly did as she was asked, spreading her legs welcomingly while she sat back on her feet. She felt dirty, and cheap, despite her earlier conclusion. No one had ever seen the place between her legs before, but here she was in front of a camera for the owner of a shop that sold sex toys.

"Grab that vibrator," Harry commanded. As soon as she heard those words, all of Marigold's anxieties came rushing back in full ****, but she realized somehow that she could push past them. She was doing something a bit risqué, sure, but what choice did she have? She had originally intended the toys for Joy, and she was just caught up in it all out of a simple twist of fate. Despite all that, and despite the pounding fear in her naked chest, Mari didn't want to run away. She looked down at the bag with the phallus peeking tantalizingly out of it, reached out, and took it into her hand.