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Can't Stop The Filth
Today we had staff pictures at school and of course this dirty girl couldn't help having flashbacks on my last photo session *shiver*. It didn't help that our new photographer was this 6 foot 2, bald, caremel swizzle stick. The minute I sat in the chair for my turn I felt my walls tighten and release their hopes on me. He told me how to position myself, the whole time never breaking eye contact. When he told me to "arch your back a little and push your shoulders back" I was wet and ready for a thrashing that never came! Then to add more sweet torture he kept touching my face and hair to "get the shot just right"...drip drip drip. If only the line behind me wasn't staff but a smoky club filled with looky loos half naked vying for a chance to see me get screwed properlike!