“Is twenty bucks an hour okay?”
My eyes flew wide. Indian sex video “I suppose you’ve seen better things on the ‘net hmmn?”
Better things? I still love film.”
All I could do was nod, I didn’t know what to say. Of course, being a red-blooded male, as soon as I hung up the phone I began fantasizing about her, like I do with just about every woman I speak to for more than 30 seconds. “That’s great.”
Okay then. Now when a friend tells you that he knows a photographer who needs help with learning digital photography, you form certain assumptions. I could see it perfectly, her juices dripping down Kayly’s soft chin. If only briefly, because the next few shots flicked by like a pornographic flip book. “Is twenty bucks an hour okay?”
My eyes flew wide. “Don’t be.” Kayly waved her hand at my apology, shooing it away. See you Tuesday.” She reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, briefly before stepping back inside. Again? Time had flown by. “and you need help?” I said, turning to her. Now if I could just make it back to the car without losing control I’d be alright. My fantasy Kayly bucked, her hips twitching. “See here?” Kayly was pointing. “Is there anything else you need me to show you?”
Kayly shook her head. “If my SLR hadn’t died
