I turned 18 before the age of digital camera. Before we left for our studies my boyfriend wanted to have some pics of me. I approached my regular studio with the negatives and asked the guy at desk, the owner’s son, to get them printed. Looking at the bikini pictures he asked if they were for someone special. I said they were for my boyfriend. After the booking he followed me to the parking and quietly suggested that he can arrange for more risqué pictures of me. He and his father can arrange for a private space where his father will take the pics. He promised to keep my face out of them and remove any body marks. The idea was very bold for me I had only been with one guy and the thought of my naked pics in front of two men, father & son was just too much. I just jumped in my car and drove away.
When it was time for taking the prints, I went at a time I knew his father will be at the shop. I made the payment and took the prints. “So what do you think?” he asked me. My stomach drops realizing that he told his father. “Umm I don’t know I mean I don’t want to”.