Shelton’s lascivious eyes feasted on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair. Almost reverently, he put his strong capable hands on her knees and forced them apart. He kissed her inner thigh, and felt the woman shudder.

“Just take the photographs,” Sylvia said, feeling the skin tingling where his hot lips had touched.

“This has to be done properly, or it won’t look real,” he said.

“Oh, very well,” Sylvia answered impatiently, “but do let’s get it over with.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Shelton replied, suppressing a smile.

“When will you take the picture?”

“I’m taking them as I go along; I’ve already taken one.”

Sylvia felt his hot lips on her other thigh, together with the quivering heat of his tongue tracing a wicked galvanism against her naked skin. He spread her legs even further apart and raised her knees a bit by placing her feet on top of his thighs. Through her toes, she could feel his rock hard penis and the bristly hairs of his pelvis. She tried to remove her foot, but he merely grasped her ankle and moved it up until the toes were actually resting on the pulsating flesh of his penis itself.

“Leave it there,” he ordered. “This has to look right, otherwise you’re wasting your time.”

Sylvia closed her eyes in disgust, only to snap them open a second later when his finger tentatively touched her vulva; she jumped as though she had been touched with an electric cattle prod.

Shelton slithered forward, down toward the wide beautiful lips of her cunt. He used his thumbs to peel them back and saw the inviting red cavern of soft, sensitive flesh open to him. God, never in his wildest imaginations had there ever been anything quite as luscious as that sight before him. It was a temple… homage must be paid to it and its unknown gods.