While I am in the metro, returning from my work at home, I receive a call from François. He asks me to go to the photographer near us in rue de Passy to retrieve photos that he has put to print for his work, photos of the Bordeaux museum taken during his last audit there. He told me to only spend a few moments before the studio closed, around 6:50 p.m., because he was told that the work would only be done at the end of the day, given their busy schedule. So I have time to go home, prepare dinner before going.It is barely 6:50 p.m. when I arrive at the studio and there are no clients. I speak to the man standing behind the counter.- Good evening, my husband asked me to come and collect photo prints for him. It is in the name of François de Saint Jouy.He looks in his drawers and answers: - They are not there. I will see if my colleague is doing them, before going to a kind of studio located behind a small curtain.He comes back a few moments later: - My colleague finishes the work in progress and will take care of your husband's. Could you come and check that this is it.I follow him behind the curtain and here I am next to his young colleague installed in front of a very large computer screen connected to three or four printers.He tells me :- Here is the USB key left by your husband, we will see if there are several files.He inserts the key on the computer, performs a few clicks and selects a file called "To print". Once he clicks on the file, I am red with shame when ten or so photos appear large on the screen; these are photos taken during our last outing in the Bois de Boulogne. Fortunately, I wore a wolf on my face because I was seen on the screen giving blowjobs to several men while another held me by the hips and fucked me.- Are these the photos of your husband? he asks me - Yes, but I thought they were photos for his work!The two men look at me smiling and the older one adds:- These are great photos! If it's you behind the mask, you're very photogenic.I blame François for having set me this trap in which I rushed headlong, even if I admit that the blow was well mounted. But I think I'm going to play a trick on him to take him at his own game. Addressing the two men, I say to them: - Could you help me in my turn to give my husband a little surprise?The oldest, who seems to be the boss, replies: - Of course Madam, it will be a pleasure.Then addressing his young colleague: - Jean, will close the store, it is already 7:00 p.m. and we can thus meet the expectations of Madame de Saint Jouy in peace.Once Jean returns, the boss who introduced himself as Henry asks me what I wish.I thought about it for two seconds then replied: - You know, I would like you to take two or three black and white photos of me, a little daring, so that it has a little retro air.Henry reflected in his turn and then said to me: - I suggest that we take a few snapshots of the style of the first erotic photos of the turn of the century, photos which circulated under the mantle because manners were much less free than today. If that's okay with you, follow us to the next room where we are more used to taking communion and wedding photos.We are now in a small room with walls covered with garnet drapes and equipped with many projectors. Henry pulls an armchair closer and sets it up in the middle of the room. Meanwhile, Jean places some old objects next to it to complete the decor. It's a very cozy boudoir in a Haussmannian building from the beginning of the Roaring Twenties.Jean is installed behind his camera and Henry is adjusting some spotlights while telling me: - Sit in the chair, relax well and start by taking a few poses without us taking pictures. It will give you confidence.Once seated, I begin to undo the buttons on the top of my dress and open it so that we can see my bra. Once that's done, as I suck my left index finger on my left hand, my right hand moves down to my knees and slowly back up between my legs. By reflex or shyness, I close my eyes and continue my game as if I were a trainer in a bar in Pigalle.Henry encourages me.- It's perfect Madam, continue like this. John will start to take some pictures of you.The body languished in my chair, I continue my little number. All the buttons on my dress are undone and the two photographers can admire my bra which hides nothing from the tips of my breasts, my thong whose fabric is well stuck to the slit of my penis and my black stockings attached to a large garter belt. The successive triggers of Jean's camera excite me to the highest point and I decide to completely remove my dress which falls at my feet. Putting my hands on the back of the chair, I turn my back to the photographer and I wave my rump in front of the lens. New clicks of the device!Then I sit down again, my legs wide apart in a very shameless and very provocative pose. I wave to Henry who approaches me, opens his fly and takes out his cock already well bandaged. New clicks as I begin my fellatio. Then it is Jean, certainly too excited behind his camera, who approaches and presents me his tail. I try to suck these two beautiful cocks. New clicks, Jean admits having put in automatic triggering to take advantage of it too. Feeling them close to enjoyment, I turn around and lean on the back of the chair. My rump is stretched out towards them and they masturbate like crazy and stroking my buttocks with their glans. Then it's the explosion and their cum spills all over my butt.It is 7:30 pm when I leave their shop and thank them for not having made me pay for the photos taken by François and the few others taken by them. When I get home, François is already there and tells me he was worried about my being late. I tell him that I we ...

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