First she took some pictures of me without any make-up, just facial shots.

"Your good looks are too mature for you to play a little girl," she said, "although I'm sure you could do it in a pinch, if you had to."

She went on to say that there were other kinds of looks I could cultivate.

She put some make-up on me. She told me that I usually put too much on, and took away from my good looks rather than adding to them.

I was a little pissed at that, 'cause I liked to think that I was real good at make-up. But when she finished with me, and I saw myself in the mirror, I knew she was right. She had done the job perfectly.

It was… subtle. I kind of used to go overboard with the mascara and the glossy lipstick, but she toned down the look.

I looked great – classy, you know? And real sexy.

She took some more shots, just of my head and shoulders.

Then she took some pictures of me in bra and panties. She put me in a black lace bra and matching panties.

The lingerie was expensive, super-fine, and felt like heaven against my tits and my pussy. It was really sexy.

Beverly picked out the lingerie. She had known my size without even asking. She had a skilled eye when it came to females.

Then she took some pictures of me stark naked – standing, bending over, turning my back to the camera and sticking out my behind.

At first I tried to look sexy. Beverly put down the camera without taking a picture and told me to stop hamming it up.

Nothing would be more sexy to a man than my own natural look. Once again, she was right.

When she finished taking the pictures, I got out from behind the lights, sweat shining on my skin, and my nipples all stiff.

She had quite a selection of photos by then. It had taken a long time. I hadn't realized that posing could be so tiring!

Beverly told me that posing for pictures was more work than getting fucked.