Heather made a face. “Too bad. All right, let’s see them then.”We spent a good half-hour with the pictures. One by one, we examined them, critiq...ed them, and tried to see what could have been better. Most of them were run of the mill, or mistakes, or test shots. The two pictures of her bucket on the pier came out exactly as she promised. I couldn’t remember which shot was the one with bucket upside down and which was right side up, but it didn’t matter; one was clearly in focus to the horizon. Determined to avoid the situation from happening a second time she deftly slipped out of her clothes, leaving her breasts and pussy exposed in the dark room. Even though she knew no one could see her she felt her face flush in the dark. She couldn't believe where she was and never would have guessed how the day would end if you had asked her that morning.The spent cock withdrew through the hole and scarcely more than a moment passed before a second cock, just as erect as the previous slipped. ”“But anyways enough about me, let’s talk about you. I’ve seen you and many others reading those choose your own adventure stories. They’ve piqued my interest but I was curious how people would play them if the person you were reading about was actually real and under your control. So I spent some time watching everyone playing choose your own adventure stories and honestly I couldn’t choose one person so I just let some chaos in and just picked one of you at random. So don’t let me down.”“So. His gaze lingered slightly too long and, when he dragged his eyes back to her face, he found she was looking straight at him. Oh double god!She didn't seem too put out, though ... in fact, she was smiling at him. Maybe she liked being ogled thought Peter, hopefully. In which case, he was the man.Perhaps she was even flirting with him a little?Vicky got to her feet. "Listen, I wanna get out of these work clothes. Why don't you fix us both a drink while I go get changed? Mine's a scotch on the.