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<br> The Photographer III<br><br> <br><br><br><br> <br><br>Dillon called Tanya from the studio. She sounded pleased to hear from him, and suggested they meet for dinner. Dillon agreed, informing her she should decide on a restaurant. It took her no time at all, and Dillon scribbled down the name of the restaurant on a scrap of paper from his desk. He would meet her there in an hour, he told her.<br><br> <br><br>Dillon had a date with Tanya, he told the girls in the cab, as they snuggled up to him. He was meeting her at a restaurant soon, he said.<br><br> <br><br>“Oh Dillon,” Masha said, sounding impressed. “She’s expensive!” Ana added that one could buy a car for what men paid for time with her.<br><br> <br><br>“And she is very nice, Dillon,” Ana said approvingly. “She hardly ever works. Where are you taking her? Straight to bed?” Hardly Dillon thought, recalling how his penis had remained flaccid during and after the cock-cleaning tong