Gently but surely, the Redhead's hand slipped into his unzipped pants and through the fly of his undershorts. As she slid her fingers under his balls,...she made a barely audible, cheerful sound, something like humming though far less than a tune. He looked up from her breast and into her eyes: they twinkled with mischief. To acknowledge the moment, she lightly bounced his balls in her hand, her fingertips dancing beneath them.The Printer tossed the soapbar into the sink, collected more water in. I could feel my husband, Thomas, roll slightly muttering 'Jessica' before likely falling right back asleep. I never understood how he could just sleep through my alarms, but he always seemed to manage.I sat for a moment on the edge of the bed looking at the body of my husband framed by the low morning light coming in through the bedroom windows. His chest rhythmically rose and fell in soft and shallow breaths of sleep. Looking at him lying there I once again felt the ache in my chest and. She extricated her hand from her panties and the dildo from her mouth and swung her legs over the side of the bed and felt how hot her face and chest were. "Now what," she asked."Well, how do you feel about doing some nude shots now? The afternoon is sort of slipping away from us here. Are you ready for some nudes or am I moving you along to fast?" Uh, uh, I guess. What do you have in mind?" Oscar wheeled the computer console and camera in front of the clawed foot tub set, "How's this. Should. And I was right about the internet, wasn’t I?” Penny nodded sheepishly. “So now every part of the world with internet access will be able to see you enjoying getting fucked stupid, and there is fuck all we can do to stop it. I’ve spoken to the PM; he’s livid, as you can imagine, and not just because I had to get him out of bed. But I’ve persuaded him to hold off hauling you in to sack you, for the time being at least. But we need a strategy, and quickly. Have you got any whisky?” And he sank.