Chapter 2

While she was still 'out of it', Robbie took a few minutes to straighten Trey's appearance, pulling her left hand out of the panties (taking a moment to bring her fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply before carefully licking each one), lowering and straightening her legs, smoothing her skirt down, pulling her right hand out of the top of her dress, and otherwise just leaving her in an innocent restful pose. He went into the kitchen to prepare them something to eat for lunch and waited for her to return to the land of the living.

Robbie had just finished placing a dill pickle spear on the side of each sandwich plate when Trey entered the kitchen, still looking a bit groggy, flushed with that certain look, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Her eyes lit up at the neat sandwiches he had prepared. "Have a seat, Munchkin. Milk or Lemonade?"

"Milk please, Robbie. Thank you."

Placing both drinks on the table, Robbie sat down to join her for lunch. "You did a great job this morning, Little One. We got a lot of great pictures. I guess I must have worked you too hard, though. You ended up falling asleep on me there at the end."

"I did? I don't remember." Trey stared off with far away look. "I just remember moving all around and doing all the poses you were telling me to get into. I guess maybe I was kind of tired. I think I just kind of zoned out for a while." Robbie wasn't sure if Trey didn't remember getting herself aroused to the point of orgasm, or if she remembered it and simply hoped he didn't notice.

Even though they'd now shared a number of exceptionally erotic experiences, each resulting in mind-numbing climaxes for her (and occasionally, for him as well) Robbie suspected that Trey was completely unaware of how all-consuming her orgasms were... (he thought that it would be obvious to anyone within miles that a girl was having a very big climax here )... he thought it was possible that as Trey's sexual arousal grew to a peak, she really wasn't conscious of anything else in the world around her. She became deaf, dumb and blind to anything but the urgent, burning pursuit of her orgasm.

"So what would you like to do this afternoon, Munchkin?" "You said I could ride the horsy after lunch!" was Treys immediate reply.

" I guess I did, didn't I? Well, I want to get at least a few more pictures of you, in some different outfits, so maybe we can kill two birds with one stone. When you're finished, I'll show you what I want you to wear for this shoot, and you can freshen up and change while I get things set up in the studio."

In just a few more minutes, Trey and Robbie went into the study where he quickly located the day's final outfit.

"Uh, Robbie?"

"Yes, Munchkin?"

"What's this?"

"It's pajamas, what does it look like?"

"Doesn't look like any pajamas I've ever seen!"

"No? I'll bet your mom has some like this."

"If she does, I've never seen her wear them!"

"No, you probably haven't, come to think of it. This are big girl pajamas, kind of like the grown up, teenager kind of underwear you tried on this morning. Big girls wear this kind of pajamas when they want to feel sexy and hot, or when they want to make a guy get all hot and bothered." At that, Trey's eyes got wide and round and that familiar blush rode on her cheeks. "I don't know, Robbie."

"Look, Munchkin, all we're doing is modeling, so I can take pictures, so I can look at the prettiest girl in the world instead of having to look at those other girls on the computer when you're not around. You saw, a lot of those girls have their pictures taken in nothing but their underwear! I haven't asked you to do that, although I kinda wouldn't mind having some like that." He sort of whispered that last part, hoping she'd be both intrigued and flattered by his open admission. He was right.

"Oh, you, Robbie. Okay. I may need you to help me figure out how to put it on."

"It's really not much different from your other camisole and panty sets, Sweetheart. It's a 'babydoll' top, which means it's only supposed to come down to a little below your hips. And then there are these matching panties for the bottom."

As with nearly everything he's purchased for Trey to wear, these PJs also were extremely sheer. Virtually transparent, with the merest hint of red to the shimmery fabric. Stripes of a heavier silk fabric were woven into the gossamer fabric. On the top, The darker silk accents seemed to highlight the swelling of her breast, while the wispy panties had the silken bands around the leg holes as well as one that ran right down the middle, from front to back.

Once again, Robbie couldn't help but catch his breath when Trey came into the 'studio' wearing the new pajamas. The fabric of the top seemed to just float about her torso. Her swelling young breasts were totally visible through the sheer material, allowing him to again marvel at the firm mounds, puffy areola and dark, prominent nipples. The panties too, did not leave much to the imagination, although that stripe of silk ribbon did appear placed to discretely conceal her crease.

Robbie had again set his very special, oversized hobby horse in the middle of the floor in their 'studio' space, and now checked, "Ready for a horsy ride, Munchkin?"

"Oh yes, Robbie. I sure am! I still can't believe how beautiful he is. Have you had him very long?"

"I put it together as a special project a while ago, and I only bring him out for very special people. Go ahead and climb on, Sweetheart. See if he puts you to sleep like the last time."

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