It was a non-descriptive jpeg name, something from a digital camera probably. She clicked to open it. A second later, an image filled the screen that ...lmost caused her heart to stop. It was a picture of her. Sucking Greg’s cock. She was wearing jeans and was topless. Julie realized almost immediately that the picture must have been taken last night. After she left Gary. ‘I guess we can stop pretending now.’ She was consumed by an overwhelming, crushing sense of dread. Oh, God! There was no. The little man had now moved up the final step and walked to the rail, under the lifeboat, hanging in its davits, he moved behind a life-jacket locker, so hidden from view, but able to steal a look at me, as needed.I say as needed, because behind there he had taken his cock out and was relieving himself at my expense, I could see him occasionally as he pumped away, through my polarized sunglasses, perfect actually, as I could watch him, but he could not see my eyes, looking back at him.I had to. Now get sucking.”She said a few choice words in Spanish and dropped to her knees and began to pull out his dick from his pants. She comforted herself with the thought that her husband would straighten it all out when he got home. He came all over her face while she gasped for air. He wiped his finger around in his cum and made her eat it all up. A couple of hours later he came back for more and fucked her- up one side and down the other. She begged him to stop but he kept going. He came. I couldn't stop myself. She must have been too exhausted after forcing the physical changes on me, because I didn't hear her, and I was in full control (for the time being at least). After exploring for a few moments, my finger worked its way to the top of my new slit, and I worked my way around until I found my clitoris. I caressed it, touched it, massaged it. I felt a warm surge between my legs. "Ooh, you're getting wet!" said Sarah's voice in my head. I couldn't stop. It felt so good. She.