(Translation - FUCKTOR; Author - GraniteBob)

Jennifer, a young blonde girl, a math teacher, on the way back from the hairdresser, decided to check the status of the photos that she and her husband had taken in the studio the day before she was told that the photos would be ready.

"Where is your husband today?" Does he accompany you? You know, it's dangerous to leave such a pretty lady for a long time alone, surrounded by all these depraved Bahamas men. ”

“On fishing, he on fishing. I ordered the yacht for the whole day, left in the morning and will not return until the evening. ”

“Oh, he will have a great time. Fishing this year is just great. Hey, and you did not think about the "special" pictures for your husband, which we talked about before? He will like it. ”

Margarita, whom she drank shortly before at the coastal bar, significantly reduced the threshold of her prohibitions, and Jennifer did not hesitate for a long time before asking: "How special are these" special "photos?"

“Well,” said Oscar, “there are various types of“ special. ” There is a white “special” album, like this one. ” He took out a large photo album from under the counter, put a thick album in front of her, and unfolded it so that she could see well the various postures of their previous clients.

The women in these pictures were of all ages, with different shapes and skin color. They were wearing lace bikinis, some were leaning forward so that their breasts were visible more, some were standing with their hands on their hips, their backs to the camera, which focused on their charms from behind; All photos were innocent enough and made with great taste. All the women seemed to be in a great mood and enjoyed the photo shoots, posing for the camera and for their men. All poses resembled poses from glamor magazines, on the covers of which famous girls and models are usually printed, only this time ordinary poses and lovers took such poses.

“And what other types of“ special ”do you have, Oscar?” Asked a young blonde?

“Well, well, we also have a“ special ”blue album”, - and he got another photo album, not so thick, but still quite weighty.

The women in it this time were much more revealing outfits. They were in wet T-shirts, opening the view of their protruding nipples, breasts and bare ass, but still there was nothing crying about it. Thin bikinis and transparent lingerie also seemed to be popular with women, as were stockings with straps and garters, and in most of these poses women were in a reclining position. Jennifer noticed that there were a lot of women from the previous album in this album. She flipped through the album, trying not to show its interest to Oscar, who sat just a few inches from her behind the counter.

"Many ladies start with" white "poses, and then, when they see how everything turns out, they turn to blue."

“What do you mean by saying when they“ see ”? How can they see something until the whole tape is filmed? ”

“Oh, my dear, this is the age of digital photos. I can show you any photo almost instantly on a computer monitor. I could not demonstrate this to you and your husband, Troy, since my main computer was then out of order. But now I can crop the photos, or make inserts instantly, right in front of you. ”

"Clear. How many albums do you have? ”She asked.

"Two more, black and red."

"Well, let's see."

Oscar took out a black album and warned her that these pictures are much more frank than the previous ones, and opened the album.

The first photo was a bright red-haired girl that Jennifer had seen in all previous albums. She was wearing no clothes other than a derby hat and a black necklace. Her bush and vagina were clearly visible, and the pink nipples stood firm on her breast.

Photos were the same as could be seen in most popular magazines for men.Some of the pictures were completely depraved with widely divorced legs, and clearly distinguished labia lips. The poses were as different as the women in the album. Some were on their knees and hands with their butts exposed to the camera, some had their feet resting on the pillows and they were trying to parade some of their charms and hide the disadvantages opposite.

"Well, what about the red album," Jennifer asked? "There must be really really depraved pictures, if this is just a black album."

“The red album is therefore red because it is red-hot to red,” Oscar pointed out. “Are you sure you want to look at him? There is nothing for imagination. ” He pulled the album to his chest and looked into her clean face and blue eyes, trying to understand whether she seriously wanted to open the fourth album.

Alcohol, by the time she began to look at photos of naked women in front of an unfamiliar man, had dulled her feelings. "Yes, I am over 21 years old, and I can consider candid photos."

“Well, I warned you,” and Oscar put the fourth and last album on the counter.

The first photo was a beautiful, black woman. She lay on the couch, spreading her legs and three fingers of her right hand, she inserted into her pussy, and her left hand energetically caressed the nipple of her right breast. She looked straight into the camera lens.

“Wow, I'm sure her husband liked this photo,” commented Jennifer, going to the next page. Voluptuous blonde in black stockings with garters, inserted into a black, huge dildo, smiling in the face of Jennifer. “Wow, you were right. There is nothing for imagination. I thought you said that you respect the privacy of your customers. How can you show me these photos and say that you respect their privacy? ”She continued flipping through the album, looking at sexy photos.

“I received permission to show their photos from each lady,” Oscar replied and put another book on the counter. “Stop, look at this. Here is the number in the lower right corner, what is written there? ”

"356," answered Jennifer.

Oscar quickly flipped through the book and turned it over. “Look, here, here is her signature. I only show photos of my models, if they wish, and all these ladies are noted in this magazine. ”

Jennifer looked at the number 356 more closely. The gorgeous brunette was lying in bed with a red satin bedspread, and the photo was taken from above. And she just fucked! Jennifer looked at the photo, and quite clearly saw the sperm in her between her legs. She quickly began to leaf through the album and more and more candid photos began to open up to her. “Did you shoot all this?” She asked, continuing to turn the pages; on several of them it was clearly visible that women masturbate, several were in the bathroom, in the shower and even on the beach.

"Well, I don't know," Jennifer thought as she continued flipping through the album. “Troy would like some similar photos, but I'm not sure if I can take part in such a photo shoot.”

“Well, well, my dear,” Oscar shook his head. “Almost all of these women said the same thing. It all depends on the relationship. You can be as hot and sexy as you like. We can start with a few pictures for the “white” album, and if you like it, then we can move on to the next level. And ... "," he faltered, "a little alcohol can relax you. We have a great selection of wines. ”

Jennifer noticed, in more than one photo, that in some pictures, behind the women were glasses or bottles of wine. What the hell, she thought. I am far from home, and I'm not going to waste time with my brand new haircut and make-up.

"OK, Oscar, let's go to the studio."

Oscar showed her where to go: past that dressing room, which she and her husband took advantage of for the first time, when they just looked in the photo shop, take a photo in memory of their rest, the day before. Oscar then said that their photos are being processed ...