
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Shelton said gruffly.
And she heard her desperate, almost hysterical voice say, “Don’t be a fool, Mister Shelton. Remember, you’re here to do as I say. I don’t want a repetition of that disgraceful scene again. Just take your photographs.”
Shelton smiled at the audacity of the woman. How could she say such a thing, lying there with her orgasmic juices bubbling like fermenting champagne and her vulva pulsating as it cried out for more. Well, he’d show her… oh, yes! And starting right now. He got up from the bed.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I’m rearranging the camera for the next series of shots.” He moved the camera until it was focused midway on the bed. Then he turned to her, “Scoot up.”
Sylvia paused, trying to summon up enough energy and will to resist him… to call off this entire stupid project. But then she realized he had already taken half a dozen photographs, so the project might as well be completed. “All right,” she said, moving up until she was directly in the middle of the bed, “but I want one thing understood. You are going to insert your penis; you are going to take a picture immediately… and then you are going to withdraw. This is for photographic purposes only. Is that understood?”
