"Well, it's my way of saying sorry for this morning," Hugh pouted for a bit. "Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"Erin smiled a broad smile a...d walked over and gave Hugh another big hug. "Of course, Hugh. But now it's my turn to apologize, and after all you've done to make this night a special one! I've invited John over here to work. We were going to do employment contracts, so I thought you might want to listen in - since we'll be writing your future job description. Anyway, he's on. Oh my god! What the fuck? I thought. It squeezed a little harder as it began groping and stroking. I could feel my cock beginning to throb and grow with every movement.I had no idea what it was doing but it felt highly erotic. Maybe they fuck you before killing you? I thought to myself. Hey, at least I would get to blow my load one last time before being dragged down to the muddy floor of the lake. At least there was one bright side to this.I tried to distract myself from the arousal I was. When she had him balls deep, he grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and bred her like the slut that she has always wanted to be. Lisa was uncaged and let Mark pound his hot sticky creamy load into the deepest part of her womanhood. When he pulled away, I couldn't believe my eyes, all of the creamy juices that were flowing out of my wife's sweet spot. I quickly and quietly snuck back up to bed, and pretended to be sleeping. I heard Mark leave about a half hour later, and then Lisa stumbled. I initialed and signed as indicated, reaching finally a photography page. Paper clipped to it was a thin folder. Curiosity got the better of my normal practice, and I removed the folder before reading the attached sheet. One look inside made up for the whole morning.I recognized the scene immediately. It was a photograph of Cynthia, though no identifying features were visible. I had just let her hair down and was massaging her foot. The composition of the shot was very simple, but exquisitely.