Olivia entered the big bright room with gold-plated decorations and no furniture which proved her suspicions that this photographer was someone who knew how to get the job done easy and quickly.
She had heard so much about him. 'Mr. John Thorne' said his card which he had given to Olivia last night at a party when he had invited her to a private experimental photo-shoot. Olivia was keen to work with him despite her friends telling her that they haven't heard of him.
Olivia only wore a long jacket, pink heels and her lucky pendant when she arrived at his condo. John told her get undressed in the little studio he had at his place.
She saw the expensive decorations but more importantly, a pair of straps chained from the ground up with a bar. "I'm ready John" cried out Olivia.
"Hello?"
"I'll be right there, Miss Rodriguez." finally John replied.
He walked in just as she was about to take off her jacket, so he stopped her. "Hold up, let me do it. I want to see you up close before we start." said John.
"Stretch out your hands and legs please." asked John.
She was about 5'8 with C-cups and a fully shaved light brown skin color and black hair. Olivia was stunning to look at so John took his time. He slowly unbuttoned her jacket and opened it. He stood in front of her so saw her wonderful cameltoe and puffy nipples. Her arms and legs were smooth but skinny. John turned her around and finally took off her jacket exposing her nicely curved ass.
Olivia was getting a bit nervous as no one had previously gotten to close at a shoot before. Hence, John told her to chin up and hold her hands up and between the straps so that her pussy and arms are well spread.
She did that and John walked around her before suddenly he locked her hands in straps tight. "What the fuck is this?" she shouted. John had a mean smirk on his face and was clearly up to something sinister.
