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Mrs A didn’t bother to disguise her playfulness. “These photos taken secretly .. a photo-shoot like these .. they are first-class. But ..” She allowed herself a little sigh. “A pity we can’t have them photographed without clothes sometimes.” Mrs A smiled suggestively. So she WAS interested? The auctioneer smiled back. A knowing smile. “In this case .. we struck lucky.” She clicked on her remote. Revealing the next slide. The next revealing slide. “The researcher told him she was interested in joining his gym. He showed her around .. after hours. They made out, they cleaned up in the showers afterwards. She got lucky.” The auctioneer nodded at the image on the screen. Thinking, very lucky. All of them were casting a professional eye over Item #5. Caught without clothes on. Dramatically back-lit .. emphasising his traps .. a just a hint of striation in those rounded shoulders. The auctioneer had admired this snap several times .. appreciating how by chance his nipples caught the light .. teetering on those solid shelves of pectoral muscle. Beautiful nubs crowning a pair of beefy plates of male chest meat. Luckily it had got snapped as he was consciously looking down at himself. Narcissistically admiring the perfection he was. Inviting the admiring mind to wander. Emphasising the treasures he kept covered most of the time. The auctioneer had kept this slide back. Hoping this might change a buyers’ minds. Anyway, it was quite a piece of photographic art .. she told herself. “A lucky break,” she said. Allowing the slide to speak for itself. Admiring the sight herself. Less than professionally, she left it on the screen while she poured herself some water. Like
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