He has, in fact, been planning something, but it would unfortunately have to wait. The photographs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive...them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A close-up view of her bound breasts, rubber bands of various sizes and colours criss-crossing. Her already-generous breasts appear even larger, swollen by the constriction of the bands. The notation on the back of the photograph reads: Instead of a spank. Not clumsy or rough like a younger man, but sure, confident, gentle and sensuous. You delicately explored the palm and fingers of my right hand, then with firmer strokes washed the rest of my arm. I reveled in your touch, willing to be led. My left arm was next. I felt your hands tremble slightly and I could sense how aroused you were, yet you remained completely under control. You washed my face delicately, as if I was made of rare porcelain that might shatter under a coarser touch. The rag. "Hi," he said. "Ariel, right? I'm Nick." He extended his hand and Ariel took it. His skin was darker than hers, exotic looking, and her own fair skin was a sharp contrast even through the red lace gloves she wore. "Yeah, Ariel," she told him. "You didn't really have to guess did you? I mean, you are the best man and all." Nick laughed. "No, I didn't forget," he said. "Just thought it seemed polite. I mean, with both of us related to the bride and groom, I didn't want you to think I was. I had a few uncontrollable orgasms with him. We always fucked on the sofa as I could wipe up the mess just like at home.I grew to love my fun with Carl and looked forward to seeing him each day. To be truthful my husband wasn't paying me the attention I needed. Carl and I had fun on the beach and fucked every day. No one ever saw us except that girl but she kept to herself. Thursday when he left he told me instead of meeting on the beach on Friday he would come up here after my husband and.