Embarrassed and lost for words, I could not think of anything else than taking off my clothes.“Sit down on the couch with your hands behind your bac...,” L told me in a voice that was sweet and commanding at the same time.I sat down and folded my hands like a schoolboy in detention. L connected my iPad to the widescreen and played the video I had been watching. It was generic in its kind. Girl finds out boy has lost money gambling but pretends not to know.She suggests kinky sex, convinces her. “Take a picture of me,” she said.Though loathe to take his eyes off her long enough to do so, he tapped his phone to bring up the camera, aimed, and clicked the button to capture the image.“Now come here and lick my pussy.”Peter absently squatted down and sat his phone on the table, his eyes glued to the sight of her teasing her need with the fingers of one hand, while the other played with her breast. He climbed onto the couch on his knees, and she stretched out a leg toward him. Her foot. ‘Jimmy! Jim Bradey! I know you’re here!’ ‘I’m here,’ said Jim behind her. Ora spun on her bare feet, the dress falling over her shoulder, her left breast in full view. Jim was wearing the only suit he’d ever owned, the one he’d worn on their wedding day. Dear God, he looks so handsome she thought, but she hadn’t come to love him again. ‘I ain’t your wife no more, Jimmy!’ she gasped, catching her balance by leaning against the tree, half hiding behind it as if he would throw something at her. He. ‘I bought one for myself too.’ Jamie put the apron over his head and tied the back. He walked over to Emma and secured hers as well. ‘Perfect,’ Emma said with a kiss on his lips. ‘Now let’s cook!’ Jamie took the steaks out of the fridge and seasoned them while Emma started washing and cutting up red russet potatoes. She put them in cold water then turned on the flame to boil. Jamie put a grill pan over two burners and lit the gas to heat it. ‘You look super cute in that cat apron,’ Jamie.