He sighed and looked down the hall at all the sets and camera equipment. "Sally, hasn't it occurred to you that all this stuff - the studio, the office, the actors, the equipment - is way more expensive than a small photography business makes."

He paused to let this sink in.

"So who pays for it? We are a business that sells sex to an elite clientele, real sex, sex both live and on video. It brings in a lot of money."

So it was that simple. Money had been her object, and money had betrayed her. She raged. "Let me out of this chair, you creep. I didn't ask to be mauled by a bunch of black guys or any guys. We had a deal for a photo shoot. This isn't photography!" She stopped at calling Griff a bad name. She clung to some shred of decency.

Griff just shrugged. "Yes, yes, of course it's photography. No big deal. It's just photography with a particular theme. You've enjoyed today up until now, haven't you?"

His voice was soothing, hypnotic. Slowly she nodded yes. It was true. She had to admit that she had fun.

"And you've enjoyed talking to me, haven't you?"

Another nod, more enthusiastic than Sally intended.

"And you've enjoyed my touching you, haven't you?" he asked, running his warm dry hand over her exposed inner thigh. The tingle ran up her leg and into her loins.

Her breathing came faster again as she realized where this was going, and she fought panic.

He was there again for her, his hand on her upper thigh, his finger touching her pubic mound. "Ssshh now, honey child. It's not a big deal. You do it all the time with Andy. Maybe you do it with other people too." She glared at him. "Maybe Andy does it with other people too."

Sally began to chuckle. The idea of Andy with another woman seemed so ridiculous that she laughed. The laugh rose to the lights overhead like bright stars in her heaven, the lights that illuminated for the camera her wide spread legs. She was so overcome with giggles that she didn't notice Griff stripping off his clothes and advancing on her with erect penis. He grasped the left stirrup, unlocked it, and swung it up toward Sally's ear, locking it in place. By the time he had done the right one, Sally knew she was about to be fucked. Her ass and pussy were now prominently displayed to the camera which had a winking red light to let her know that her red light time was now.

Wordlessly, Griff mounted her and experimentally rubbed the head of his cock along her cunt slit. Then he pushed it between the moist warm labia at the bottom of her belly and into her sacred sheath. She built her first orgasm quickly as he rammed his cock hard and fast into her cunt, and when he slowed his pace, her arousal stayed on a plateau, so when he banged her hard and fast again, her loins ran hot with arousal. She even lifted her hips up to meet his assault and groaned at each thrust of his massive black tool.

At the moment she felt herself about to spin into another orgasm, he stopped thrusting and removed his penis from her vagina. She whipped her head over to see why he had taken away his marvellous lady pleaser and left her naked body quivering with sexual energy that now had no release. Instead of an answer, she got a flogger. It was a small one Griff took from a cabinet, fifteen or twenty lashes of black leather about a foot long, but soaked in brine to make them stiff and put salt into her wounds.

The first stroke fell on her left breast and almost took her breath away. She shrieked, but the second and successive blows fell so fast she couldn't catch her breath long enough to shriek again. Griff laid red streaks across both breasts, alternating back and forth from left to right, and occasionally hitting a nipple on purpose to hear the extra loud scream.

Then he started to move down across her belly to her thighs which caused momentary relief of her sore breasts but then more panic as she realized where he was going with the flogger. Surely he wouldn't flog my pussy. Would he?

Yes, he did. After alternating left and right inner thighs, turning them a delightful shade of deep pink, he turned his attention to her cunt. But the blow she expected never fell.

Instead, Marg and Marie arrived with soap, water, and a razor. "It's time for clean up," Marie announced cheerily.

Sally stared at her. "Don't tell me they did this to you too?"

Marie giggled and Marg did too. "Oh of course we did all this stuff. It's no big deal, and we were paid well. Even got extra benefits." She held her tongue at that point, and no amount of begging on Sally's part could find out what extra benefits there were. Meanwhile, the two women had skilfully lathered and shaved Sally's pussy. Sally thought it felt kind of nice to be bare down there, especially when Marie began to rub fragrant oil into the flesh of Sally's pubic mound and vulva.