Ben had originally started off doing family portraits and weddings etc before getting into the porn game, he had told me he persisted with it as it was a good legitimate business, and, once he got sick of hovering parents fucking up his ‘work’ and insisted they stay outside, that it offered some ‘perks’ in that some teen girls were ‘open’ to having him take ‘special’ photos which he would keep for them until they became independent and were able to collect them… notwithstanding, more than enough of those young subjects were open to ‘extra activities’ as well. She looked up at me, a couple of tears sliding down her cheek, “no…no, she didn’t tell me about any rules” she sobbed and sniffled, “ok Miss Dean… now listen to me very carefully….OK”, she nodded and squeaked, “yes”, “there is one rule at my place, and that is, ‘what happens at Uncle Joe’s place, STAYS at Uncle Joe’s place….do you understand Miss Dean!” I said in my sternest possible voice even though it was breaking my heart to see the tears now streaming freely down her pretty face, “yes…yes…I understand…I promise” she blubbered.
