”“We’re not there yet.”“If you did, we could have some girl-on-girl action and have some real fun from there.”“That’d be something to ...atch.”“I’d love to have her lick my pussy and I’d lick hers if she had one.”“I… I don’t… have one.”“Then after fucking me, you’d stick your dick in your little girl’s pussy, wouldn’t you?”“Tiff, baby, you know me too well.”“Maybe we can get together for some fun down the road.”I dreaded the thought of exactly what kind of fun that might be. As it was, I was. The steaming water had made her feel she was in a different world, floating warm and safe, far from reality. She titillated herself with delicate strokes of her finger- tips across her nipples and her belly as she shaved her underarms, her legs, and all of her pubic hair. She liked to see herself as naked as she could, and so regularly shaved herself as completely as possible, even becoming quite expert at the area around her anus, which she could manage only by touch. When the water began. And so it goes on, click and wind, click and wind. It's hypnotic. At first, I wondered if there was even film in the camera, but later, he showed me some of the results. He was actually an excellent photographer. He's got a proper darkroom and everything and develops his pictures himself.Now it's my bottom's turn. Gastone likes to take pictures of my anus. He calls it my 'Rosebud'. I have always detested the term. Actually, he isn't too bad, middle-aged, well-groomed, ever so charming. He calls. “Great idea, Thanks Becca.” And with that he began to get creative and he and Tommy began to write every nasty thing they could think of on my body. People shouted out their ideas and some of their masterpieces included: “Cum Whore, Slut, Nasty Cunt, Fuck Hole, Shit Hole, Bitch, Fat Ass, Fuck Meat” and arrows showing whoever where my pussy and ass was. Across my forehead was “SLUT”.About the time they had run out of places to write, Becca was ready with my “jewelry”. At least she did bring.