Amy heard her mother call. She left her room and walked slowly, carefully on her high heels down the stairs and into the living room.

Carl sat with Janet on the couch. His eyes widened when he saw the beautiful young girl. She moved across the floor sexily, her lush hips rolling.

"My, my, but you look fetching tonight, Amy dear," Carl said, a tremble of delight in his voice.

"Amy wanted to please you," Janet said. "Didn't you, darling?"

"Yes I did, Mr. Huston."

"You are very pleasing to the eyes," he complimented.

Amy saw a thick stack of cash on the table beside the couch. She tingled at the thought of having twenty-five hundred dollars for her very own.

Carl had set up a new, hi-tech camera that was pointed at Amy, and it began snapping pictures on its own. Amy looked at it, startled.

"Don't worry about the camera, Amy," he said. "It will take up to two hundred pictures on its own. It's all timed."

Amy stood in front of the couch. "I'll bet Mr. Huston would like to see you pull your skirt up, Amy," Janet said. "Do you think I should?" Amy teased. "Oh, yes, please, Amy!" Carl huffed. "Pull it up?"

"Please?"

"Should I, Mom?"

"I'll bet Mr. Huston would love it if you did."

"Pull it up and show him my panties?"

"Oh, please, yes, panties, your panties!" Amy slid her hands to her thighs and slowly inched the skirt upward.

"I dunno," she whispered. "Maybe I shouldn't, Mom."

"He has paid you quite a big bit of money, Amy," Janet whispered.

"Well, okay then," little Amy said, lifting the tight black skirt over her pussy hugging black panties.

Carl gasped with emotion.

Amy let him have a good gawking look. Then she unbuttoned the skirt and it floated to the floor.

"I'll just take it off," she said. "Oh, God!" Carl gasped, appreciating the beautiful young girl's charms.