Silently screaming curses at the man in her mind for having spread her out like this. Denise tried once more to close legs which were wide open. Leaving her pussy open for anyone to look at. Or take!

She heard the slamming of car doors and felt as Andy climbed into the back of the van with her.

"Come on! Get us the hell out of here!" he shouted.

The engine roared to life, the van bolting forward. But it didn't get far before Andy yelled out again. "STOP! Forgot the fucking bag!"

Braking, the photographer threw the van in reverse. Andy jumped out the side door, returning seconds later with the canvas bag in his hand.

"The boss would have had both of our asses if you'd left this behind," Andy growled. "ME?! What makes it my fault? You were…"

"Shut-the-fuck-up and drive!" The van took off once more, going fast but not quick enough to burn rubber. Not doing a thing to draw attention to them as they made their retreat.

Andy gave a quick check to his watch. "Still got about twelve minutes before I gotta listen to you bitch again," he said to Denise.

It wasn't hard for her to see how he was looking her body over. Even in the dim light she could see the bulge of the man's growing erection. Andy was making no secret of the fact he wanted her.

His intentions became more clear as he tugged down the zipper on his pants. Hauling out the biggest damn cocks Denise had ever imagined!

If it weren't for the fact she had no choice in what was going on here, if she had met this man in a bar and had discovered by accident how large his male equipment was, she might have been willing to be the one doing the jumping. Just to see if it was real.

As it was, Denise was filled with loathing. There was no way she wanted any part of the massive side of beef heading her way. She only wished she had use of her body again. That she had some way to ward this man off before he…