It was all he could do to pull himself away from the computer, his dick raw from the pounding he gave it the first time he came across certain sites. He was told to just show off his body in the photographs, to see if he was “model worthy”. XXX By the time he took number 30, he couldn’t stand it any longer, he shut the timer off (or so he thought) and stripped off the skin hugging shorts. It didn’t take long for it to rise to the occasion, and even less time fill his hand full of his own sticky wad. Meanwhile, just over the state line in a very exclusive Virginia suburb, James Bateman, photographer, was sitting at his computer going over dozens of applicants for his latest want ad.
