Lynn's Naughty Uncle

"Lynn," Wes said in his most reasonable voice, though his heart was pounding with anticipation and his cock was already half hardened, "I would like to take some pictures of you, not of your clothes. All of this… artwork. It detracts from my photographs, and frankly, Lynn, it detracts from your beauty." He paused to lift his eyes from her enormous chest to her eyes. He stared firmly and unblinking into her beautiful dark eyes, took a deep breath for sincerity's sake, and said, "And you are very, very beautiful.' "Oh, bull," she said. She was used to this kind of talk from her uncle, and It didn't impress her at all. She was not quite as stupid as he must think. If he wanted to test his new lens, he could just as easily take pictures of fruit, or almost anything else. He didn't need her. Not for testing anything. at least. But Lynn had her suspicions about some of those poses he made her assume. And she was almost certain about the time he'd tied her up.

"Come on, Lynn. Please. It won't take very long."