Like the character in this story, I’m in my twenties. Karl never seemed to care whether he gave me one or not. Sex No point in having Ken or Jack take pictures. I could feel freedom inside my vagina, and it felt wonderful. I probably wasn’t very sexy looking compared to them. Marv and Jason were constantly telling the guys to move a leg or pull out of me another inch, or telling me to look at the camera and smile. But the women in this informal club know how to get inside to the posted stories. But mostly I was enjoying being looked at by a man who was smiling. I thought getting naked for a man other than Karl would make me uncomfortable. Marv told me, since there’s no incremental cost, the simpliest thing is to just take lots of pictures then sort them on the computer. I was pretty sure that seeing other women naked up on a stage would embarrass me almost as much as if I were up there with them.
