She had never understood why he felt the need to do it. She gave him the blowjobs he wanted - all the blowjobs he could ever want, in fact - and they must feel good, so why did he need to take pictures? He must have thousands of them by now. And it wasn't as if she was some sort of glamour model. Why?
But one thing was for sure: by now she was used to hearing the sound of the shutter clicking - alternating with the directions she was expected to follow:
deeper ... deeper ... click
turn your head a bit this way ... click
just lick the end ... click
look at me ... click
take it all ... click
swallow ... click
just another inch - you can do it ... click
now: get down on your knees ... click
arch your back ... click
look into the camera - that's it ... click
good girl ... click
It was ok. As long as he wasn't letting anyone else see the pictures. That would be awful.