As manyas you want." Do you think we should let you see the pictures we take before we keepthem, and let you delete any that you don't like?" Roger as...ed."No, I shouldn't be allowed to see them and I shouldn't be allowed todelete any. In fact, please upload them, or email them to your computersimmediately after you take them and save a few backup copies so that Iwon't be able to try to sweet-talk you into deleting them, or deleting someof them." I like the way you're thinking, baby girl, I. But, there was one class I was failing: Economics. My mark was in the 40s; I had done poorly on all the tests and midterms and the assignments were not enough to bump my grade up. Over the coming weeks, I focused most of my attention on this subject, studying day and night and constantly revising. My boyfriend, Jake, had been a huge support to me during this time. Jake was majoring in biochem, and so he wasn’t able to help explain the content to me, but his moral support was something I. “No,” you admit in a slightly defeated tone, feeling the tingling below, and knowing that he knows full well how much this is affecting you. “That’s the right answer,” you hear the grin in his voice as he trails his hand down to your crotch. You open your legs wider to encourage him and he strokes you over your panties. The feeling of his stroking is muted through the cloth but you are definitely getting wetter. The fabric is saturating with your juices and you know that the wet spot will soon. "But I see it's just you ladies tonight." Leave the candles anyway," my wife/Mistress said. "Hot wax may be nice to have later."I wanted to see the expression on the attendant's face, but just couldn't bring myself to turn around."Uh, okay," he stammered. "Well, good night ladies." Then he left."He starred at your ass the whole time he was in here," Mistress told me as I went back inside. "A slut like you shouldn't be so shy." Part 10After what turned out to be a candlelight dinner between two.