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Just as Minnie gets in the mood to play the Debussy Violin Sonata her mother says the photographer is waiting and so she has to go along to the lounge and pose and have her picture taken and as she stands there with her violin dressed to the nines the photographer says no do not smile it cheapens the effect and so she stiffens her lips and stares at the young photographer’s moustache and her mother says do has the man wants dear and don’t pout so and so she ceases to pout and   gazes at the box camera and man hidden behind the cloth his hand visible and do not move he says hold it do not fidget dear her mother says and puts her hands on her shoulders and places her in the position her mother thinks the photographer wants is that it? her mother asks the photographer smiling in that way she smiles that gives the impression of an imbecile yes yes he says that is it and so she stands as placed the sensation of wanting to urinate suddenly upon her and so she squeezes her thighs together her knees touching her hands gripping the violin trying silently to keep the ***** in.
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
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Just as Minnie gets in the mood to play the Debussy Violin Sonata her mother says the photographer is waiting and so she has to go along to the lounge and pose and have her picture taken and as she stands there with her violin dressed to the nines the photographer says no do not smile it cheapens the effect and so she stiffens her lips and stares at the young photographer’s moustache and her mother says do has the man wants dear and don’t pout so and so she ceases to pout and   gazes at the box camera and man hidden behind the cloth his hand visible and do not move he says hold it do not fidget dear her mother says and puts her hands on her shoulders and places her in the position her mother thinks the photographer wants is that it? her mother asks the photographer smiling in that way she smiles that gives the impression of an imbecile yes yes he says that is it and so she stands as placed the sensation of wanting to urinate suddenly upon her and so she squeezes her thighs together her knees touching her hands gripping the violin trying silently to keep the ***** in.
terry-collett
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
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