Her palm was rubbing her clit and before long she had another squirting orgasm. Unbeknownst to her, she had fallen on the shutter remote during her or...asm and managed to get several dozen shots of her womanly fountain. She decided, once she could move again, that she should take a few shots of her tits as well. She grabbed the camera off the tripod and lay back on her pillows. She held the camera out selfie style and snapped a couple of pictures before she realized that it had a swiveling. "Can I have a drink, please." I asked."We didn't bring anything with us, but if you need one we can go back and get one." Answered Denise."Could you please?" I asked."Why don't you wait here." Suggested Michelle"Can I get dressed?" I asked. I really had no idea why I had taken my clothes off anyway."All you wore was your bikini." Denise informed me.I felt like an idiot for not remembering that. I walked over and picked it up. While I was putting it on, Denise and Michelle walked away. I waited. We often socialized with my work friends, and Margie said that she'd never again be able to look them in the face. When I'd told the guys what had happened about Margie finding out that I'd shown her pics, and that she'd gotten rid of them all and refused steadfastly to pose for more, the guys were disappointed; "the fucking bitch," and "damn, what a fucking cunt," they exclaimed.The upshot of it all was that she got rid of just about all of the pics, leaving only a few low quality ones that. " Are you sure you can take it, Stacey? You look like you're going toburst!" Just a bit further," I gasped. "That's it ... Ooooh, fuck!" I don't think I've got the equipment for that right now," giggledNatasha. I gave her - no, goddammit, him - a glare as he gave the cordson my corset one final tug and tied them in place.I wasn't sure what I found more disturbing right now - the fact that oneof my fellow inmates was making jokes about having his cock taped up andessentially rendered useless, or.