The air blown through my puckered lips was not a wolf whistle but a reflexive expression of admiration. “Not your usual style, but that would be a g...eat art photograph by itself,” I said, surprised I didn’t feel more turned on by it. Maybe it was because I knew the model, or maybe because my wife was right there, or maybe because of the way Karen looked right at me, defying my natural response, daring me to treat her like a scrap of porn.Jewel lingered on the picture as well before clicking to. He could tell she was scared and it reminded him how much he loved her. Everything became jumbled for him again so that nothing was going to be easy. He wanted to crush her to him and tell her he couldn't live without her. He wanted to beg her to take him back. He wanted to shout at her and tell her to stop fucking with his heart, to leave him alone so he could shrivel up without having to deal with her. Instead he managed to say, "Hello," and make his voice normal, but right off she made a big. Dawg laid her back out flat. He then straddled her legs and reached down to unsnap and unzip her skirt. Reaching down, he grabbed her ankles, pulled them up and braced them against his shoulders. Grabbing the bottom of her skirt, he pulled it off her hips and up her legs. Lowering her legs back to the floor, he took out his switch blade again and cut the two side straps of Aur?lie’s thong. He then pulled it off insuring the back strap cut up through her pussy lips as he did so. Aur?lie was now. A motionless body was lying on the bed. John blinked, surprised with what he saw. Mrs. Tandy was on her stomach, her shoulder length black hair covering her face. “Have a seat, and please don’t stare at me like that!” Mrs. Tandy said. Her voice was firm, with a lilting quality that he found charming. “How was she able to see me?” he wondered, then saw the mirror placed before her face, and her dark green eyes glistening with curiosity. Some kind of padded metallic device was supporting her.