Valya had called Anna Sunday afternoon about fitting a banking job in on the Monday or Tuesday evening, as the popular classroom backdrop that had been set up in studio one was due to come out on Wednesday after a run of nearly four weeks. What with Anna's drama class, and Marta's traditional dance class after school on Mondays, time would be tight, so it was decided to plump for the Tuesday to do the shoot. Valya suggested they go for pigtails, and paint on some freckles just for fun, then talked of liaising with the booking manager, and costume department for the right outfit.

Valya was calling between sets while waiting for her next model, whose intricate hair style was being completed. Anna talked about her early start, having done her second stint that morning on the Forum, as a girl from a rural district who had been scheduled for that morning had connection issues, causing the whole timetable to be revised. They posted on the site a bunch of silly and imaginative reasons as to why they were making the changes, some being obvious spoofs, others being more realistic.

Tuesday was rapidly becoming Karl's favourite day of the week, a brief call from Marta on Monday confirmed that her mum would be taking the boys round to see Nana Olga and Gramps straight from school, and staying for supper, Anna would be revising with a friend before coming home, and her dad would be in a meeting at the Squat after work.

Karl didn't need to leave work too early as they had from four-thirty till six o'clock free as Anna wasn't due back till half past, when she would have time for a quick wash and change before heading for the studio.

Marta had only done this a few times before, or maybe that should be, it had only been done to her on a few other occasions when she had been much younger. She greased the end of the probe, and tried to relax then pushed, next she released the flow of warm solution into her bowels slowly. She hadn't liked the thought of an enema, but not doing the job properly didn't bear thinking about, as she wanted this birthday surprise to go well, and covering junior in poo wouldn't be very nice.

Despite the discomfort she went for a second flush, then applied plenty of the anal lube up inside her bum. At the chemist's when she had bought the enema kit, she had seen the lubricant hoping the young assistant would think it was all part of the same paraphernalia, not for the real reason she had brought the product. The fan was on but she lit some candles in the bathroom as well, then made the rest of her preparations for his arrival.

Rather than risk getting all sweaty Karl had left his bike at home, taking the Metro to work, then to Marta's house, though he had given his pits a quick wash and a squirt of deodorant before leaving work. Marta looked a little flushed when she greeted him at the door, and she also seemed a little on edge, which he thought was odd as he expected her now to feel comfortable with their naked romps, after-all he had seen her all over, and kissed all of her erogenous zones that he could find.

The initial impression soon melted away as they hugged there in the hallway kissing as if they had been parted for weeks. When they came up for air she pulled him into the kitchen for a snack, as it was a standing joke about fuelling him up for the exertions to come.

Up in her room she was now feeling more confident, as she started to help him undress, then as he returned the favour she smiled at the brief look of consternation as he felt for the catch on her bra. She stood in the puddle of her dress as he stepped back to examine the clasp which held closed her new bra, with that successfully mastered he dropped to his knees to lower her panties only to find the side ties that released her last garment.

He wanted to eat her straight away, but Marta insisted she wanted to play with junior first, and Karl was not going to argue, having anticipated this all day it took a massive effort on his part to hold out as long as he did. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her holding his cock, licking all over and playing gently with his balls. She was having her own little conversation with junior telling him what a lucky boy he was, and Karl couldn't help agreeing, as she took him into her mouth.

He fell back onto his elbows watching as his every fantasy came to life, her looking in his eyes as she gradually took more and more into her mouth, as he gripped the bed cover tightly in his fists. Marta had taken to eating a lot of fruit recently, often taking a banana to her room when she did her homework, and now it was paying off.

She nearly choked as she began to swallow, not from the length or bulk of junior, which was very respectable from what she could gather from her research, but it was the look in his eyes, and the gasps between inarticulate noises, that was enough to make her laugh.

Like the cat that ate the canary, she was grinning up at him, his cock buried to the root, she had exceeded her last amazing blow-job, which he hadn't thought possible.

This was too much, his stuttered warning was not unexpected as she felt his sack in her hand, quickly withdrawing to catch his seed in her mouth, sure that she would choke if it splashed straight into her throat. With the last pulse she carefully nursed the final dregs of his cum before letting him go, sitting back on her heels, and deliberately licking her lips.

He had collapsed back onto the bed, and Marta moved up to hug him, his heartbeat loud in her ear as she rested on his chest, a smile on her lips. He summoned up the strength to pull her up for a kiss, now used to his taste and smell on her breath, remembering the first time and his initial reluctance at kissing her, but now kissing troubled neither of them after pleasuring the other with their mouth.

The lassitude brought on by such a powerful release, was soon overcome by youth, and the joy of reacquainting himself with the smooth contours of her body, hands moving and lips questing as he sort his goal. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, so he could kneel, placing her thighs over his shoulders as he began his approach to her centre.

Nibbling and licking at those places at the back of her thighs that brought on such a vocal response from his willing victim, as he slowly teased her. He could see how worked up she had become as her shiny fluids had run down to glaze her little star, as her moved forward towards his destination. As he began to lap up her essence he thought back to what he had read on how the fluids of a girl would change during her cycle, as yet he didn't have the experience, but would be willing to taste her every day to find out. On second thoughts not 'every' day, but he would need to find these things out.

After a sterling performance on his part, Marta could take no more, pleased with himself he went to snuggle beside her in the afterglow, talking softly and kissing, Karl very happy with his little pre-birthday treat, still wondering how to bring up the conversation he had had with his mum on Saturday. With their bodies closely entwined Marta nibbled his ear whispering, which now totally cleared his mind of any other rational thought.

Gina who she was going to study science with, lived in diametrically the opposite direction on the Metro system, but they could still get in an hour of study before heading home to wash and change for tonight's shoot. When they got to her block they found engineers were working on the lifts, and as her friend lived on the twelfth floor Anna decided that the joint study session would have to wait for another night as she didn't need that much exercise prior to a busy evening, so set off for home.

Anna had her key out but saw the front door wasn't properly closed, worried she opened the door quietly, looking round there was no no sign of anyone on the ground floor, so she crept up the stairs, avoiding the one that creaked. As she approached her sisters room she could hear noises, was it a burglar, or was her sister in trouble? Just as she went to open the door she realised what was happening as Marta called out Karl's name.

Of course everyone was meant to be out, and she wasn't due home yet, she crept silently on to her own room, burning with curiosity about what was happening such a short distance away. Leaving her coat and backpack on the bed she gave Mr Bear a stroke then turned to the bathroom door.

They never locked their doors to the shared bathroom, they still occasionally bathed together, and even if one of them was using the toilet it wasn't an issue, she had even seen her sister change pads or tampons, which she thought was more gross, something she wasn't really looking forward to. She could listen, Marta wouldn't mind, she moved toward the far door which was ajar. Anna suppressed a gasp as she glimpsed them through the narrow gap.

Marta was on all fours on the bed with Karl kneeling up behind her, moving slowly to and fro as the pair of them made odd noises and groans.

"Hold still for a bit, let me get used to the size... OK, play with my clit and push slowly."

Anna couldn't believe it Marta had made a promise!

"God you're so tight, I cant believe you suggested this, you didn't have to, but I'm glad you did, your bum is incredible."

At the same time as his remark he had pulled back far enough that she could see a part of his cock, the part she couldn't see was stuck in her sisters bum, it sure looked odd with that pole in it. She had seen pictures, the only real ones she had seen, belonging to her little brothers, but this was big and stiff just as Marta had described.

"Without that blow-job, I would have cum by now, I'm glad I've got such a smart caring girlfriend, what did I do to deserve you?"

Marta didn't so much answer, she just made sounds of encouragement.

Spellbound at the door Anna was amazed how shiny his cock looked, until they had shifted a little, and she saw he was wearing one of those condom things, looking to the bedside table, she saw the opened pack by a bottle she didn't recognise, and a pack of wet wipes. Fascinated she couldn't take her eyes from the scene in front of her, two glowing sweaty bodies in motion, Karl's hands touching her sister's boobs, and on her pussy.

When Karl said he was getting close, Marta's head dropped down, as her own hand went between her legs to hasten her finish, it was on seeing this that Anna realised where her own hand was; inside her panties rubbing herself. She bit her lip trying not to make any noise as she viewed the horny pair on the bed speed towards a climax.

The look on his face had been priceless, when she had told him of the surprise she had in store for him, he had even been so gallant as to ask if she was sure she wanted to take that step. Assured that Marta was ready, and had prepared for the event, it didn't take long to dress junior for the grand opening of Marta's back door.

Still in shock he looked on as she carefully tore open the condom wrapper, then unfurled the thin latex down to the base of his cock, it felt strange but caused no discomfort, to think his cock was about to go where 'no man had gone before' that was awesome. Thinking about it he was also the only guy that she had ever blown, and one day if he didn't mess up then maybe they would loose their virginity together as well.

Her hands gripping him felt a little different as she spread some lube over the condom, then she got down on all fours looking back over her shoulder telling him to go really slow to start with. Her position gave him a guilty thrill as it was so reminiscent of young Anna's signature pose in her photo sets, he could just see in a few years time their dad would be beating boys back with a stick. With one hand on her hip he placed himself against her little puckered entrance, the wobbly tip on the condom folding over as he lined up leaning forwards to push against the target, and so close to her ultimate prize.

Nothing was happening and he slid away from her entrance a few times until Marta managed to relax her tight sphincter, and he gained a slight bridgehead, as she took a breath, then concentrated on the control she needed to allow him in. Karl was tempted just to surge ahead, but the thought of hurting her kept him in check, slowly easing in, listening to what Marta said and the little noises she made as he progressed.

He let her know how happy she made him, and talked through the initial penetration to ensure he wasn't moving too fast, glad of the earlier blow-job, but sure his own endurance was now getting better with practice, even if he did wish the practice was more frequent.

When at last he was all the way in the pressure around the base of his cock was really strong, as if her ass could almost bite it off, but as he moved the ring of muscle ran back and forth along his cock with their motion. He wanted to do everything at once, looking along the length of her back he wanted to lean down and gather her in his arms, and at the same time look down to see his cock sliding in and out of her body, but instead he let his hands roam over her, stoking her skin, and caressing her breasts that seemed larger in this position.

He was rapidly approaching the end, until going over old chess games or thinking of computer code was not going to slow the inevitable, so he warned Marta he was on the short strokes. Her changing position helped to delay his climax, and her fingers took over playing with her clit, gritting his teeth he held out for as long as he could, until he began to feel contractions inside her, as he had done when his fingers had been in her pussy before when she had climaxed. The dam burst and he pumped out shot after shot into her hot ass, the feeling on his cock was like an exquisite torture as her insides did wonderful things in her throws of passion.

They fell over onto their sides still connected Karl hugging her from behind, Marta shocked at the power of her climax as in truth she had not expected she would come with junior stuck up her back passage. She had been curious of course, and wanted to try something new, and it had been opportune timing to give Karl a personal birthday gift she was sure he would love.

In the afterglow of their coupling she was feeling snug and content as a brief movement at the bathroom door caught her attention. Her heart almost skipped a beat, then she calmed herself, Anna must have come home early and caught them out, but she wouldn't interrupt, she had just been curious, wanting to see first hand what she had heard about over these past weeks.

Karl's cock had felt enormous going in, granted it was a lot larger than an enema nozzle, but the sensation of something that large pushing in rather than pushing out had felt real weird at first, and she had almost panicked. The fact she had seen pictures and even a few videos on the internet of girls younger than herself had helped give her the confidence to even attempt anal sex in the first place. Valya had told them she often got horny when on her period and indulged in anal, even talking through how best to prepare for doing it with the least possibility of a nasty mess.

Marta looked up to Valya as a role model, such a self assured woman, able to dole out good advice, and confident in her own abilities, so good at inspiring the young girls who she worked with at the studio. On a change of tack she felt the cock in her bum start to loose it's firmness, and though she loved the way Karl was nuzzling at her neck felt they should make a move and clean up for the 'arrival' of her little sister.

Her bum didn't feel sore, maybe a little tender once the invader had been withdrawn, she could imagine without the lube it could be a very unpleasant experience, the condom on his wilting cock did not appear stained, just slimy from the lube. Looking at his stuff filing the end, it seemed to be far less than she had envisaged on the occasions when he had come in her mouth.

Covering the condom in tissues considering where it had been, she removed and bagged it up using a few of the wet wipes she had ready on the bedside table. Kissing Karl she said she wanted a few moments alone in the bathroom first, colouring a bit with her comment, stating she would call him shortly and they could share a shower.

In fairness she would feel awkward wiping her bum with him looking on, but her main reason was to check the coast was clear first. Closing her bedroom door she could detect a faint hint of female arousal that was not her own. The other door was closed, but Marta could not be sure if it had been earlier, peeking in her sister's room it was empty, but Anna's coat and pack were on the bed. With a smile she closed that door and had a quick clean-up before the promised shower.

In an afternoon full of surprises Karl found his favourite brand of shower gel now hung up below the rack of girly products in the shower. Marta said they should hurry today as her sister would be home soon, so there were no games this time. Soon they were done, dried, with teeth brushed, ready to dress and go down stairs. In the corridor outside Marta's room they heard the shower in the boys bathroom, and Marta said Anna must be in there as they had been using her usual facilities.

Karl looked embarrassed, as good as caught, if Anna had known the pair of them had been in the bathroom together, but Marta gave him 'that look' letting him know how daft he was being, as Anna was well informed about their relationship.

Anna hadn't cared much for the boys range of toiletries, but she would have another shower when she got home later that evening, or a bath with Marta as she got the full story of the latest developments with Karl. She found them at the kitchen table Marta on Karl's lap as she fed him bites of sweet roll, looking up as she entered she thought it cute the way he blushed. She nearly said something to tease him, but didn't want to upset Marta, so she just gave him a wink, and asked if they had left her any snacks.

Without saying how long she had been home, Anna mentioned she hadn't spent as much time with Gina as expected because she didn't want to risk being late for the photo shoot. Marta had readied their studio backpacks, loaded with all the usual stuff, plus some props and nibbles for later, so they sat talking while waiting for the cab to turn up. Karl would take the Metro home when their car arrived, the girls not wishing to use train while it would be so crowded with commuters, especially with Anna travelling commando.

Marta felt a twitch from an already reinvigorated junior that she happened to be sitting on when he heard that piece of information, and jokingly chided her sister for putting images like that in Karl's head. Anna said how it didn't really matter as there were plenty of her images on the studio servers that Karl had access to anyway. Anna enjoying Karl's obvious discomfort said he should be like John, in that it was OK to look at other girls, providing he only did stuff with his girlfriend. Karl unaware of the original quote was told that John's wife always said 'I don't mind you getting hungry at work providing you come home to eat'.

Now both Karl and Marta were looking a little red, as Karl was quite proficient at eating Marta, much to her delight. The young couple were glad to be saved by the bell as the cab had shown up to whisk the girls off to the shoot. With a kiss and a wave Karl was off to the station, and the girls got into their cab. The driver as one of the older men at the company, had seniority, so got first pick of the jobs, and liked doing runs for the studio, in particular these two girls who were always very polite, unlike some of the people he picked up in the business district, or those damn city officials.

As he drove through the early evening commuter traffic he smiled seeing the two girls in his rear mirror whispering together behind their hands, probably exchanging schoolgirl secrets like his granddaughters. Despite their family being account customers they were always good tippers, it was still talked about by the lads of the time back in August when there had been a party, and the two drivers made more in one day than they normally made in two weeks.

They signed his docket, slipped him a tip and thanked him by name, he suspected they knew all their regular drivers by name, he told them he was going off shift when they asked so they would have another driver for the journey back home later. He waited until they were safely inside until he drove away, this modern businesses park looked safe enough but he liked to be sure. As he left to head home, he mulled over what he had heard back at the office, drivers happy about the increase in evening trips to and from the studio, right throughout the week.

They stopped for a brief chat with the receptionist who was on this evening, then went to the salon to find out what was in store for Anna from tonight's style sheet. One of the staff grabbed Marta's hand taking her to the seat next to her sister, berating her for not looking in earlier to keep her hair in check. Several conversations flowed on around them as the two girls sat there being trimmed and pampered, Marta catching some remarks about how some girl had made such a fuss about a little bikini waxing, unaware the salon's services extended that far.

She had noted in gym class some of the studio girls, and a few of those who were known to come from wealthy families sported very neat pubic areas, some showing more obvious indications they had trimmed or shaped, and she had even seen two girls who had gone the whole way like Valya. Marta pondered the possibility, was she brave enough, would Karl like it, and how much effort would it take to maintain, well at least she had a subject to discuss with Valya this evening.

Marta like most girls fretted about her development, it seemed so unfair that for girls the spread of age range when it occurred was so wide, one model at the studio had started budding at eight, her breasts growing quite rapidly, with her periods starting when she was nine and a half. This girl was now just a little older than Anna, but had a body most girls five years older would envy, but this had been brought about by a condition known as precocious puberty. On the other hand she knew of girls at seventeen with hardly any development, and she felt for them, in that it seemed they had such a raw deal.

Thinking on these lines she felt rather lucky being about average, or maybe a little late on the curve, but she was happy with her breasts that had been shaping up quite nicely, at least Karl was very keen on them. Marta suspected very soon she would move from a respectable A cup where she was now to a size B, but doubtfully any bigger if her mum was anything to go by. With her hair freshly styled, her face no longer an issue, and feeling generally good about her body, at least she could be confident among her peers, but then Marta sold herself short, not realising what others saw in her.

Valya came in accompanied by one of the models who went to the other main school, there was a round of greeting as the new girl with her mum in tow got settled in for her makeover for the set she would be shooting that evening. When Anna was done they went to the studio to start work on Anna's make up, Valya having fun adding deliberate fake freckles that were meant to look fake, in the role of a parody comic book schoolgirl.

Her hair was in to bunches like pigtails gone wild, with a sense of disarray, but held in place with the sort of white lacy material often worn by female students on celebrations and holidays, with a similar decoration on one wrist. She wore a short pleated skirt, an open blouse only held together as the ends were knotted, and the obligatory school tie.

The outfit was rounded out by long white knee socks, and white cotton panties with pale coloured stripes, other than the freckles, make up had been kept to a minimum, no nail polish, and just a hint of lip gloss and blusher, going for the young innocent look with just a hint of wild St Trinian's schoolgirl. John was running late but had phoned to say he was on his way, so Anna made her normal bathroom break to apply her additional make up.

Sitting on the toilet with her panties puddled at her feet Anna stared at her pussy, from her earlier activities it still looked a little darker pink than normal despite an hour or more having passed, and it didn't look like she would be needing to add her patent make up as it seemed wet enough by itself. Earlier she had really had to bite her lip to stop from making a noise, as she had watched the scene in her sisters room. Anna now had a new term for her favourite activity, she had heard it called Jilling-off, as the male equivalent apparently was called Jacking-off.

A knock on the door broke her musings on the subject, and she licked her fingers before pulling up her panties to get on with the show. Anna noted the costume panties from the studio workshop provided for each set were often hand made, and rarely had a gusset liner like shop bought panties, meaning any wetness showed through easily, and if pulled up, were likely to form a camel-toe, which she suspected was done deliberately.

In their usual fashion the banter started between John and Anna, she chiding him for his lateness, stating she was a whole year older than when he had last taken her pictures, and she didn't want her fans to miss out on watching her grow up. John had photographed six other models on this set, so they talked about how to make her set somehow fresh or different from the rest. Anna suggested she make more use of the blackboard, chalking up some school type work in English, that would provide a more tangible link between her videos, and her work on the TTMF.

With her back to the camera she began writing, then of course dropped the chalk to make for some fine photographic opportunities of tight thin cotton panties stretched over her fine taught buttocks, with a hint of her vulva pressed against the material. As Anna worked through her ideas for posing among the available props, John noted that her skin either side of the gusset had more of a rosy glow today, and as he zoomed in saw a thin line of wetness staining the crotch, crossing the horizontal lines of the pattern on the fabric.

Marta blushed during the quite background conversation by the make-up table, as Valya had asked how Karl was. After a few false starts Marta told her older mentor of the new development that had happened just a short time ago that afternoon, and how surprised Karl had been. Valya wanted to check that it had been Marta's decision, and if she was feeling any discomfort from her first experience of anal sex. A smiling Marta admitted she had enjoyed it, even had an orgasm, which she hadn't expected, and thanked Valya for the invaluable information on how to do it the right way.

After a full and frank discussion on the ins and out's of anal sex Marta brought up a subject that was her next topic of interest that she thought Valya could help her with, seeing as how Valya maintained a pube free mound of Venus. Marta had explained although she did not have a thick bush compared with other girls her age, it covered a wider area than some, so she had resorted to a little trim with scissors to wear anything other than the broadest of panties, as she hadn't yet felt confident enough to shave her pubic hair.

She wanted to wear other styles but felt she needed to go to the next level, of either waxing or shaving, but needed advice on how to proceed, and the maintenance issues involved with the available options.

Valya explained the correct term was depilation, and it had been practised by some cultures for hundreds or even thousands of years, at one time by plucking the hairs, and then in more recent times by shaving. Modern women tended to prefer depilatory creams or waxing, but for long term results it was possible to use electrolysis or laser treatment.

Marta was interested in the pros and cons of the options available, with Valya stating her preference was to wax, but it was normally quite bad the first time, which dissuaded many women to continue with that method. Valya said that the permanent solutions were time consuming, taking many sessions to complete the job and they were very expensive, but last year she had paid out having the V of her pubic hair narrowed by electrolysis, and Alex had recently offered to pay for laser therapy in order that she would no longer need to have a monthly waxing on the remaining triangle.

Since starting at her new school and mixing with the models in her age group she had started shaving her legs, but as yet she could get by with once or sometimes twice a week, hearing older girls usually did their legs every two or three days. Now it didn't take too long at the end of her bath or shower, but she had been daunted to try the same with her pubic bush, keen to seek expert advice first.

Valya went to a commercial salon, but the salon here at the studio had a private room where some of the older models had their pubic topiary maintained to a style of their choice, and Valya had even offered to go with her to speak with the lady who specialised in helping the girls obtain the look they required.

Anna had a few new tricks she wanted to try for this shoot, ideas she had picked up from her recent forays into the bulletin boards and forums in the backwaters of the web where every kink was catered for. She sat feet together, knees flat to the carpet as she slowly pulled each sock off in a way she had seen women remove their stockings, or the way Japanese schoolgirls did with their long loose socks. In one set of poses she could include leg, feet, and panty fetish fans with images they would like, she even brought one foot up to her face, then pretend it didn't smell very nice by wrinkling her nose.

John as always encouraged Anna, a girl who forever seemed to have a fresh take with each appearance before the camera, which he was sure came from the studies both the sisters made of modelling in it's many guises. This set was a little more feisty, than any of her previous photo shoots, really bringing forth the spirit of naughty schoolgirl, by far hers was the best use of this backdrop so far. The area visible either side of the narrow panty crotch seemed flushed, and the wet stain along the centre was growing more noticeable.

Much of their banter was just that, he now rarely gave Anna any verbal directions, it was more akin to working with a much older model, in the almost empathic way a gesture or nod would speak volumes between them. She toyed with the panties for a while in that stretching them out gave brief enticing glimpses of what lay hidden, then leaving them on for the moment, she then went on to loosen her school tie, next Anna slowly played with the knotted ends of her blouse letting it hang open to show her nascent breasts.

Anna was amused seeing John turn away trying to discretely rearrange the bulge in his trousers as they stopped to take a break in the set, but they were both professionals, and she knew it was the natural consequence of her display, and she should accept it as a tribute to a job well done. Her talk some time back with Valya had settled the issue for Anna, and she would never mention the elephant in the room, not wishing to do anything that would ruin the great partnership they shared, positive that she wouldn't gain the same rapport with another photographer either male or female.

Noting the halt on set Marta stopped her tale regaling the private episodes she had spent with Karl, and his unselfish bedroom manner and willing tongue.

Sitting on her stool at the make-up table for a fruit juice and a snack Anna became acutely aware of the dampness now apparent in her panties, but kept in mind Valya's first ever words of advice, "A naughty twinkle in the eye as if you know what they are thinking as they look at your photo - and pussy, defiantly - a wet pussy, those are the secrets that bring guys back to order each new set of a girl that catches their eye". Well she surely had a wet pussy for this set, even if it was held back for her second incarnation.

During the usual break time chatter both John and Valya were interested to find out the inside story on the TTMF which was not yet a week old, but those girls who had so far taken part were keeping in touch among themselves, and with those who were scheduled to take part, in their own private chat zone. There the girls discussed how to deal with awkward questions, and how to hand out gentle rebukes to avoid outright bans for those who were misbehaving. The general consensus was talking to real foreigners helped to sharpen their language skills, with the need to think on their feet with quick answers.

Before returning to the set Marta handed over some additional props that they had brought with them, a skipping rope and a yo-yo for a few action shots, and a paper bag with a small selection of sweets. Her movements when skipping caused the blouse to part more, and her hair to fall into greater disarray, then after playing with the yo-yo Anna looked into the bag of sweets.

The first item was a white hard candy stick with a red end, clearly a fake cigarette which she pretended to smoke, thus hitting another fetish, then there was a large disk shaped lolly of which she took long languid licks while looking sideways at the lens as John got in close. There was a round of laughter when she held out the bag offering John a sweety in parody of the classic dirty old man line. None of Anna's actions were as blatantly sexual as the moves pulled by the older models, but this was setting a new benchmark for ticking many of the boxes for various minority interests.

Anna sat on the floor against a bookcase with her legs slightly parted, knees up as she started to remove the panties, John's clicking camera following every move as she raised her bottom to pull the fabric free. The skimpy cotton panties moved slowly up her thighs towards her knees, till a tight shot framed her face in close with the inside-out garment with the damp line easily on show, John switching back and forth between front and semi-profile shots for the whole sequence.

The descent down her shapely calfs followed, then grasping the scrap of material between finger and thumb she held it up before tossing it away. John wanting to capture the action shot retrieved the panties several times so her position and pose remained unchanged, and he surreptitiously discovered for himself that the wetness was real not an escape of pee, as not too many girls her age showed much in the way of lubrication. He did feel a sense of shame as if he had betrayed the trust between them, for he had seen how wet Anna got on previous shots, but an opportunity like this had not presented itself before.

His action had not gone unobserved as he had thought, for on the last occasion he handed them back Anna grasped his hand around the small item and thanked him, winking, then told him in a whisper that she had been feeling excited all afternoon. Her quiet words and genuine smile showed him she did not view his action as out of order, just a naughty secret between close friends. His relief was palpable, for to loose her trust would make their amazing working relationship untenable.

As they worked through the remainder of the set John felt as if their bond had reinforced, and not been irretrievably broken as he had for a moment feared. When it came to Anna's signature pose she tried several variations as the hanging blouse tended to spoil the shot until John moved a light causing a shadow of her small breast to be cast on the hanging material as seen from the three-quarter rear view where he had set the camera.

The set came to an end with Marta preparing to help Valya remove her sisters make up, and lay out her normal clothes, so neither saw the full byplay as Anna offered the sweets bag to John again. As a joke there was a small bar of milk chocolate for John in the bag, and as he retrieved it, she looked down below his belt then back up to his eyes, full of mischief she said to tell his wife it was a present from Anna.

John knew full well she didn't mean the chocolate!

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To be continued in Chapter 45.

You may not believe this, but the actions of some of the characters come as a surprise to me, despite the fact it's me wielding the Quill! Any comments you have would be welcome, remember you only get better stories by helping novice authors like myself with feedback.