It started out so pretty. Lingerie picked for the camera. I was posing - slow turns, arched back, that look at me energy. Then he stops watching. He just had to help me with one last pose. But the minute his hands were on my hips, his mouth was on my lips and the photoshoot didn t get a fade-out. One minute I m holding a pose, the next I m not in charge of a single thing in that room. Lingerie coming off, hair no longer camera-ready. This pretty girl for the lens was taken over like that was the plan all along. This Vegas boudoir went feral the second he decided the photos were done!
