She was slowly running her fingers over them, pushing them down then letting them spring back up again between each finger. She did this a few times b...fore going back to pinching them. One of her hands then slid down below the water’s surface to seek out her pussy once more. She sucked in a deep breath between clenched teeth as her fingers found the jackpot between her thighs while her other fingers squeezed her nipples far harder than I would have ever dared. She moaned some more, then checked. “I eh… I wanted to surprise her, Meredith,” I hear Angela’s soft voice while focusing on the images. “I am… I am by now comfortable with… you know… showing myself off… We were sipping wine. I told her I bought a new camera… and asked her to try it out.” I am on the sofa. I’m still flicking through the images. I hear Angela’s voice in the background. I stare at the camera’s digital screen. Pictures emerge of her… without her shirt on… In every next shot, she wears less and less. I keep flicking. Bring the panties back, but throw your bras away, you won’t need them anymore.” That was an order I was reluctant to obey. While bringing all of my panties to Susan in a bag was an exciting prospect, my bras were expensive! And even though, as I mentioned, I didn’t have much on my chest that needed supporting, they kept my nipples from rubbing against my tops or being visible to those around me when I dressed light. “Mistress…” I started, but immediately realised I had broken a rule by. Again she screamed, but under the circumstances noise wasn't an issue, and she could let the raw emotions leach out of her body through the vibrations of her vocal cords. The intimacy of what he was doing, though ... something Roger had never done - would never do - changed her forever. She wasn't aware of it in the moment, but Josh's willingness to join her more closely than her own husband would, was like an earthquake that shifts massive things with ease, moving them to where they can never.