He let go of her and she began working her mouth vigorously up and down his shaft.?I didn’t have to force you did I? You wanted that.? He leaned h...s head back and savored the feeling as she leaned into her work.He glanced down and their eyes met. He got an erotic charge out of that every time. The eye contact, that connection to a woman whose mouth was wrapped around his dick. But this time there was going to be more. She wanted more, they’d talked it over carefully over coffee earlier. " he drawls looking me over, "Unless you ask me to." "I'm not worried." I croak. His laugh is easy as he raises my hands above my head, "Sure you're not." I grip the top of the lounger as his eyes roam over me. I'm completely exposed to him, every inch of me is on display. I suddenly feel very shy and very aroused. A weird combination. He pulls me lower on the lounger and I feel for the first time that he is as aroused as I am. His dick is straining against his denims and I slowly cast my eyes. He picked up each and studied it in turn.The first was of a young lady, evidently dressed in her Sunday best. Shewore a high-necked satin dress, with wrist-length leg-of-mutton sleeves,and voluminous skirt reaching to her ankles. Her luxuriant hair wasplaited in long braids which hung down to her waist. This picture hadbeen taken in the same studio as that of James Johnson, while the writingon the back identified her as Jane Westbrook, and gave the date as summer1898.The last picture was of a. Looking over at Sid, Sally put down her fork and pushed away her salad. Her appetite had disappeared remembering how Elizabeth Caretaker had described the arguments with Gerald upon his learning that he had fathered a child.She considered his request, realizing that she didn’t really know how to answer him. There were a few things she knew held true, but there were situations that cropped up on occasion that surprised the caretakers.She said, “I don’t think I can. We don’t really know all the.