Painted Laddie for Mr. R

"If I show it all, Dear Boy, you must as well. I want you to be nude for the photo session as well."

And then when Gabe had stripped down, her response was. "Holy, Mother, Jesus, Joseph, Herod, and Pilate, you stud you. Is it legal to be as beautiful and big . . . everywhere . . . as you are? Love the rings in the ear, nipples, and navel, and, Oh my God, there too. Come to Momma, you horse-hung beauty, you. I gotta have me some of that, Baby."

"Photo shoot," Gabe answered. "Concentrate, woman. You can keep the pout if you want, but drape yourself on the chaise, please. Back to me. Yes, like that. Robe off your shoulders and look back at me. Yes, just like that. A beautiful woman; soft shoulders, beautiful face, brunette hair flowing down your back. Work it for me, and I’ll work it for you."

Click, click went the cameras.

"Okay, same position, but let the robe all the way down to your waist. Beautiful rounded shoulders tapering down to that tiny waist, and glowing, golden tan skin. Right."

Click, click, click.

"Half turn around, now. Show that nice perky tit. Yes, that’s nice. Now full around and lean back into the chaise. Arch your back to me; give me a full frontal on those nice tits. Now, fingers to tits and work them. Luscious red nails against the glowing skin and big, pink taut nipples. Wonderful. Make love to the camera.

Click, click, click.

"I’d rather make love to you, Sweet Cakes," Ms. Tulip said, as she blew Gabe a kiss. "You’re making me all hot and bothered, Honey. Come over here and cool Ms. Tulip off, won’t you?"

Gabe just laughed. "Now, move your hands slowly down your torso and slit the robe so that we can see the nice long line of your legs in those silk stockings."

Click, click, click.

"Yes, that’s nice. That’s hot!"

"I sure can see that, Honeybun," Ms. Tulip purred. "Don’t look now, but you’re getting hard. I can take care of that. Although I may need help from the rest of the girls in the show, because I’ve never seen such a big and thick one."