“You probably should light it, don’t you think?” she suggested rather sweetly.
Terrance lit the match and puffed the stub until it was smoking. Then after handing it back to the girl, he stood back; this was almost as fascinating as watching Aimee f**k Angelica’s ass.
“Yes, perfect!” he exclaimed as the camera captured the winsome beauty coquettishly holding the cigar. It was the most head-on photograph he’d taken, the most recognizable, the most involved on Aimee’s part. “What did I tell you, my darling model?” He squeezed her cheek in his hand as he finished.
“You’re going to publish this one too?” she wondered.
“Of course! You’re my goldmine and the world is waiting!”
Aimee was unusually cheerful in the hour that followed—blending well into the partying atmosphere in Jonas’ room
