"Alright... Maybe it's time for a little break in the photoshoot. I'll get some glasses and be right up," Deximo murmured to Randi as his hand swept around her tiny waist.

"Wow... Something just poked me in the ass... was that you, Mr. Photographer?"

"Nothing in my pockets..."

"Nothing up my sleeves... well... if you slip your big hands deeper inside them you might find something..."