I opened my notebook, and removed the cap from my pen.' OK. Well, he wouldn't have much time once he'd started, so he'd pose her beforehand, doubtless...having a good feel in the process; he'd have set up the camera on a tripod – a hand-held exposure would be out of the question – focussing it and checking the composition of the picture, and then putting the lens cap on.'I noticed his trousers were gaping open, and she inserted her hand inside, fondled him, and he slipped his arm round her and. “So? He’s not going to bother us.”I arched an eyebrow. “He’s still in the house. And if he comes up the stairs for any reason and starts hearing strange noises--”Brooke shut me up with a searing kiss across my lips, this one with a decidedly sexual edge to it. But the kiss ended as suddenly as it began, and when Brooke stared down into my eyes, I noticed a particular fire in hers. “Don’t worry. He already knows.”Wait, what?Wait, what?I just said that!Did she just say... ?I’d frozen still in. Occasionally he hurt her, but not often, and he never lasted that long. His fingernails sometimes left marks as they dug into her flanks. Eventually he'd stop punching away at her and she felt relieved when she felt the faintly cool emissions splashing over her arse. At last she could go home for a bath, and a little richer.She woke with a start and realised she'd been dreaming. She was nude and pressed up against John's back in bed at their little hotel room. Benin smiled to herself, reached. I remembered pulling his head down to my pussy after he'd shot a copious load into me, begging him to bring me to orgasm with his mouth. He had reacted with disgust, rolling over and going to sleep. Yet here was this...child...sampling his own essence, tasting himself without hesitation or reservation.I watched this process for several minutes, or maybe it was an hour--time seemed to be suspended. My nipples were fully erect now, and the blood that fed them also engorged my breasts, which swell.