What's the harm in a few more pictures?

"$100! Wow! Sure that's great!" I say knowing that I could really use the money and figure what's the harm in a few innocent pictures.

As I seductively walk over to the couch I can feel Mr. Johnson's eyes glued to my ass. My pink micro mini-skirt and string bikini top leave very little to the imagination. I know the old perv is checking me out as I realize my 5" heels make my heart shaped ass and shapely legs look incredible.

"Just have a seat on the couch." Mr. Johnson instructs.

"Er...OK." I say as I sit down and cross my mile long legs. My tiny little skirt doesn't cover very much and I know Mr. Johnson has been catching glimpses of my G-string thong when I sat down. Luckily I had shaved myself completely bare this morning as I didn't want any hair to show when wearing the tiny panty.

"Jane that popsicle is starting to melt." Mr. Johnson told me with a smile on his face, "Why don't you lick it?"

"Mmmm...OK." I reply as I take out the cherry popsicle out of its wrapper and gently lick the tip of it.

"Like this?" I ask as my tongue runs over the end of the popsicle.

"Oh yes....t-that's very nice." he stammers as he watches me lick the popsicle.

I un-cross and then re-cross my legs as Mr. Johnson reaches over and turns on the video camera. I can't believe that anyone would pay me to let them photograph me but it's certainly a nice feeling.

"It's really hot out. Why don't you take a little more of it into your mouth." Mr. Johnson suggests as he picks up the digital camera and holds it to his eye.

"Oh...OK." I say as I slowly slide the ice cold stick between my lips.

CLICK CLICK

The old man snaps several pictures of me licking the popsicle with the video camera still on.

"This is fun." I say pulling the stick from my lips.

"Yeah..." he says with a smile, "How about leaning back a little."

I strectch out and lean back on the couch which presses my firm "C" cup breasts out against the skin tight material of my turquoise bikini top. My rock hard nipples are clearly visible as they press against the stretchy, skin tight material.

"Very, very nice my dear." he tells me.

CLICK CLICK

"Thank you." I say with a slight blush as I continue to work over the popsicle and now notice a large bulge forming in his pants.

"Err...how old are you now?" he asks.

"18."

"Would you like to make some more money?" he asks licking his lips as he looks over my tight teenage body.

$110 so far. I really need to make more. What should I do?

What does he suggest? Topless photos? Nude photos? Or ??????