Photo Session

They had me stand in a few positions with Jim readjusting my arms or body at Chad’s direction. There was a porno playing on the monitor in which I could see a female model in the same living room in the same outfit. Jim had me copying her poses, however, I never considered the larger, darker, implications.

Next was a pink satin thong and bra set with a matching skirt that was clearly women’s lingerie. The positions became more suggestive and Jim’s touch became as much more aggressive as his attitude was more demanding. Meanwhile, Chad was constantly talking about lighting and foreground and photography stuff.

I put on the outfits for the money, but I allowed the Ill treatment so as to not make waves until my time was up. Forty seven minutes to go.

The ways they had me stand, or bend, or lay became harder to do like some challenging yoga. The guys started to push on my legs or hips to help me accomplish the strenuous moves. It seemed like help, at first anyway, until at some point it morphed, without me being aware of the change, into these big men just roughly manhandling my body.