She had confiscated those pictures because they’d been counterproductive. She’d kept them because they’d been inappropriate. And when she’d lo...ked through them — all of them — she’d felt threatened. And aroused. Multiple men. Chicks with dicks. Chicks with fangs and dicks. All fucking her. Pussy. Ass. Mouth. Sometimes she begged for mercy in the drawings. Sometimes she cried. Sometimes — and she’d had to go to one of her boyfriends for the Japanese translation — she came so hard she died.. Ringlets curled around her forehead and down her cheeks.In some pictures, she laughed. In others, she shut her mouth into cold slivers of lipstick. She had nice breasts, beautifully defined cleavage that emphasized the little bones of her rib cage.However, there was a conspicuously too much makeup, too much lace and smooth stocking. Here was reality: it seeped in through the shape of her face, the elongation of her thighs, everything that lacked realness or was conveniently hidden. I figured. Do me a favour and put the telly on in the bedroom for me. I went through and texted Lenny. In a couple of minutes there was a tap on the window. Lenny motioned for me to draw the curtains and then directed me with his hands so that the gap in the top was not obvious from inthe room but gave him a clear view of the whole bedroom. I clicked the TV on and went back into the living room. After about 10 minutes the bathroom door opened and Elaine crossed to the bedroom. She was towelling her hair. Realising that she was going to have to take the initiative she stepped across to Sophie and, grasping the hem of her crop top eased it up over her breasts, and then after Sophie had obediently lifted her arms, over her head. Putting her arms round Sophie’s waist she pulled her towards her until their breasts were pressing against each other’s. Confident that Sophie wasn’t going to pull away she started to run her fingers very gently up and down her spine, while at the same time softly blowing.