The second shots were of her laying on a bed and it was readily apparent that she was in a motel. The next few shots were of the same bed but with a ...lack guy laying there with no shirt on. I had a feeling that this was going to get more interesting and I was right!Next few photos were of her undressing and then smiling as she offered her tits to the camera man. Then he was on the bed exposing a huge black cock and I knew he was going to fuck her with it. Then the photos stopped and there. After breakfast I gave her a rose and she kissed me. Boy what a kiss. After that nothing much exciting happened for the rest of the day. Skye had to go home and go to church (her mom is a bible thumper). Well now it's Monday and I'm home alone wondering if the weekend was a dream.Its summer and I should be sleeping in, playing my computer games, staying up late on the Internet. You know typical loner teenage boy things. Yet its 7:30 in the morning and here I am awake, thinking about my weekend.. And, well, I trusted her. But now, I want her out of the house with nothing. And I want that son-of-bitch, Herman George, sued and embarrassed." That would embarrass you, too. And then it will be harder for Martha to be able to come back. Do you want her to face the ridicule? I understand you are hurt, but this might be a bit much. And I don't think alienation suits get anywhere."Harry snorted, "Please do it as quickly as possible. I'm hemorrhaging here."When Harry got home, Martha, his wife of. ”“I plan to call her next week. I take it that’s still OK?”“It is. Just be careful, and don’t speak too long. And please call me to let me know what is said.“Thanks, Doctor Mercer. And I will.”“You’re welcome. I’ll see you in about four weeks.”We said ‘goodbye’ and after I hung up, I picked up the phone to call Anna Wilson and let her know that I would visit with Angie, but that I’d need to let her know closer to the weekend what my plans would be. Once that call ended, I joined the study.