Yeah, a picture is ok, but a movie or video is probably better because with all those digital cameras available today, it is easy to interchange body ...arts. You know what I mean? Take a face from one picture and transpose it onto a body from another picture. You think I should make a movie of me having oral sex with someone and show it to my husband? Heather was incredulous. Jason was fully aware of her tone of voice but he continued, I know it sounds odd to you, but consider the facts. You. "Oh, c'mon, just tell me." He sighed. "I guess there's no hiding from the boss," he teased. Then he went silent, looking at the floor, shuffling his feet. "And she told me, well...to not fuck the hell out of you." Unexpectingly, I laughed. "You know I won't, right?" he asked. "Of course," I laughed. "Its just its a bit weird Emily would tell you that, isn't it?" "Oh, well, Aunt Em's just like that. She pokes her nose in other people's business." I sighed. "Well, as long as we're in here. We work as a team to keep Alan happy. It's a full-time job. You were a superheroine, but now you're the same as me: just another one of his big-titted sluts!"She shook her head in horror. NO! Please! God dammit! She would say that. SHE'S the big-titted slut! BITCH!Then, more calmly, she thought, Damn. Dreams can be such fucked-up things. But the important thing to keep in mind is that they mean absolutely nothing. They're just a random bunch of images. Just because I somehow dream about Alan. “Mrs Morris, I’m so hard. I need to come. I can’t bear it any more.” “It’s okay, I understand. I want you to come on me Matt.” “On you?” “On my face. On my tits and my body. Just come on me. Wank on me, Matt.” Matt began to jerk his cock as he stood over his sexy host. “Oh fuck!" He continued to tug his foreskin, his legs going wobbly. "Oh fuck! Mrs Morris." Wanking. “Fuck!” His legs were going to jelly. His eyes fixed on Judy’s eyes. “Aaaaargggggh!!!” “Come on me!” His body was.