As soon as I got home I ran to their bedroom to look for the photographs of their shoot. Their door was locked! I looked everywhere for a key, but ha... no luck. Dissapointed, I resolved to jerk off while holding her thong in my hand. I slept with her bra and thong on my pillow, they smelled so sweet and sexy. My every thought was of her naked in the log cabin with Robert. It was just after nine thirty when I heard Robert’s car pull in the driveway. I looked out of the window and saw my wife. The dinner was served and yet the evening was still young. Her pelvis started to shake and buck against the empty air as they worked her into a sexual frenzy again just by stimulating her breasts. Her master took her clit between his fingers and her next buck collapsed into another quivering orgasm. Her rolled it in his fingers like a moist pearl plucked from a salty oyster. She shook to the beat of his lightly tremoring grip. He paused then placed his ridged shaft lengthwise on top of her wet. They writer had noticed that his old uncle had been the only one who had kept it for any length of time. He had been a jail owner in the 1820's and after his death it came out had regularly had people tortured under extreme methods.. the writer then inherits his estate and when cleaning a old lamp released the genie. He wished for honesty from the genie and had then asked why the fortunes had turn for the worse for his family time and again. Only to hear that with out pain the genie would. ..” Heather started to say but stopped short as she spotted me.She jumped off of Joshua’s back and held him by the shoulder to stop him.“What’s the matter?” He asked stopping and turning to face her.She pointed over his shoulder at me.“There’s a guy over there. He looks like you.” Heather said aghast.Joshua turned to look at me.“You’re me?” He asked.“Not exactly.” I said as I motioned for them to sit down with me.The two of them walked over and sat down in front of me.“Don’t worry, I’m not here.