This is one of the constant negative reminders we have that hang over our heads like the sword of Damocles. Duly noted. Things are very new between us... so our tolerance for bullshit is high right now. So am I, my brain has been working overtime pumping these potent and addictive chemicals into my system. I was becoming addicted to the high she triggered. The scent from her skin, her breath, mixed with her pheromones to create the crack rock of hormonal highs I had never experienced before or. It wasn't an every day occurrence, certainly, but she loved to serve him and be under his control, regardless of where or when. He ran his hands aimlessly through her hair and over her head while she licked and sucked the head of his cock. As she did, she could feel the tingling heat building in her pussy. She started stroking the base of his cock slowly while she worked the head with her mouth. He started moaning deeply with her efforts. She kept this up for a bit, but then suddenly felt his. I must admit, the the thought of some stranger wanting to keep my pictures for their own enjoyment excited me too.A few years later, one hour photo development places opened and we would take our film to one of them. Several times, we found that they developed doubles, without our requesting them to. Since they only charged us for singles, we never complained.We also noticed that not every negative would have two pics. Now we knew that someone was definitely keeping copies of some of the pics. It had seemed so real. She reached for her stomach, which was flat and taut. Something deep inside her sagged even more as she thought about the men in her dream and what they had come to tell her.She thought back to how she had tried to get Beth to come to the house that day a week ago, to help Brian pack up the things in his room for storage, but it hadn't worked. Beth had been gone on an errand and Aunt Jill had asked her for some help, and by the time she got back home Brian was already.