Right then I was glad that she had fitted me with the hood, because once again the camera flashed, at least anyone looking at the photos would not necessarily know that they were of me.
“Lift you hem up slut!”
With my cheeks flushed, I slowly grasped the front of my dress and lifted it up.
“Higher, I want to get everything!”
I lifted higher! What the hell did she need so many photos for, what did she intended to do with her fast growing collection of stills, and of course the video film shot in the garden. My c**k twitched in its bindings as a slight draught and brief rub of material caressed at my flesh, all caused by my lifting its covering, revealing my all to her. I doubled forward at the pain caused by my attempted erection and she clicked the button; capturing my humiliation
