"I gave the little bitch a set too." Tiffany's voice was wavering, cracking with emotion.Ryan looked at his wife. "I have no excuse. It just happened.... He felt his gut churn. "I love you, Tiffany... more than anything."Tiffany found it difficult to speak. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. "If you love me, what about the pictures?" Four days ago," he began, "after we argued on the phone, I was feeling shitty." He took a deep breath. "Kate came in, must have sensed my mood. She came on. The girls were tired, messy, and scared. all the men turned to look at the two little beauties, as they made their way to the bar tender."we ran out of gas, and we need help" Alex saidthe bar tender slowly looked Lisa up and up. she was petite, in a sparkling blue short skirt, and a top that showed a good part of her body. She noticed his gaze, and tilted her head down, her long blond hair covering her eyes."The gas station opens at 7" said the bar tender, slowly turning to Alex, "but if you. She supposed the obvious thought was that spending time inside Burt'sbodyand brain was influencing her likes and dislikes but she didn't think thatwas it.Being Burt was just giving her a fresh perspective. She was seeing lifehow a man sees it. Having a comparison allowed her to see her formerinterests from a new angle. It was nothing to do with what body she wasin. If she, as Lady Ann, had been able to do and see the things she hadrecently then she'd have reached all the same. She feigned shock; but, she really had suspected his involvement earlier within the discussions. Martin said that he could even produce photos from one girl’s repeated fuckings. “Are you in some of those pictures?” He replied,“Yes, of course.”No shame. Perhaps pride was in his voice. Melissa taunted, “Really? Well, you may just have to show me. Can you actually do that?” “Yes, but you are married, and I have already said so many things that are, I am sure, offensive.” Now, he was the one.