The pictures, on the other hand, were something else. The envelope was already torn open and most of them were loose.It was a small ethical dilemma an... Jenny was so curious about what Mr. Wrong looked like that her moral compass failed. It would take more will power that she possessed at that moment to put the pictures back without at least taking a little peak.Giving in to the curiosity that was consuming her, Jenny took the envelope and moved to the living room couch. Sitting down, she took. I cupped my hands beneath her ass and squeezed. Cara pressed her body to mine. The kissing intensified. She opened the buttons on my shirt. I helped her out of her cardigan. “I want you,” she moaned.I stepped back and admired her curvy body. She was incredibly curvy, like an actress from another era. She was built like Elizabeth Taylor when the world was obsessed with Kate Moss.“We have all night, Cara. We don’t have to rush”I took her hands again and pulled her to me. I put my hand to. I stood in front of my full length mirror. An idea hit me and I put on some bump and grind music. I let my hair down and started to dance seductively in front of the mirror. I put everything I had into that dance. Then, I started to undress, starting with my blouse. Button by button, I opened the front to expose the curves of my breasts. Even though hidden by my bra, my nipples were hard as marbles. The material strained against the forward push as they grew even harder when I rubbed the palms. Winterspointed the remote control at the TV and I saw the screen come to life.She turned to me. "There are two parts to this presentation," she said."The first part is a warning and the second is your first lesson." Shepressed a button on the remote.A color image appeared, with sound. It was a close up of a young man whowas manacled and suspended from the ceiling by ropes. He was naked andblindfolded. He appeared to be crying. The room looked to be a cell ofsome sort, with a concrete floor and.