I tried getting her to think about times she felt loved, or attractive. Anything to spark the photos. Then, I told her she needed to spice things up. The dress she'd chosen had two thin shoulder straps, and she pulled the strap over her left shoulder down, then turned her head struck a pose. She was trying to be funny, but it wasn't funny. It was perfect. I snapped a photo, and then another. When I looked up, I froze. The silky dress material had slipped down, exposing the top of her areola. Wardrobe malfunction, or did she tug the material down purposely? She was busy posing, hamming it up, and I didn't want to ask. I took more photos."Okay, enough," she said. She took another sip of wine, then glanced down and saw how much of her breast was exposed. "Davey! Jesus! Why didn't you say something?" She tugged the strap back up, blushing furiously."I thought you did that on purpose," I said, shrugging. "I was okay with it." I removed the camera from the tripod and began flipping throug
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