She sighed and snuggled close.“No, but I’ve moved past being a rape victim. I’ll never forget that it happened, and it will affect me for the re...t of my life. But it doesn’t define who I am, well, at least not since I met you. When I talked to Doctor Mercer about having sex with you before we did it the first time, she was concerned about how the rape would affect my sex life. I remember her worrying a bit about me wanting to degrade myself because I was somehow unclean or unworthy. I had some. Slap my face with it. Rub the head between by sopping cunt lips. Drive me crazy with that thick tool of yours until I can’t stand it any more. Make me beg you to take me into the bathroom for a golden shower, after which I can suck your fat cock up hard and you can fuck me in as many holes as you’d like. Yeah. I’m picturing you right now, bending me over, with my hands up against the wall of the shower stall while you fuck me hard and fast the way I love it while the water streams. Then to add some of his favorite food seasonings, it was going to be a blast. He ran his tongue over his lips thinking of the hotness of her pussy mixed with the hot flavors of black pepper, lemon zest, dried garlic and dried onion. Mmmmm, this was going to be yummy.Peter grabbed the salt and pepper grinders and headed for the bed. Kitty spread her legs wide for Peter to see how wet and ready she was.Peter loved this view of his wife; so hot, so willing. She turned him on in a big way. His cock. Yeah well, those paparazzi buggers have to learn their trade somewhere.They didn't have to be suggestive pictures or anything, just candid shots of the two of them going about their normal daily lives, preferably in close proximity to each other. The sort of pictures that the paparazzi take of the rich and famous, all the time.What's more there was no reason for the students not to be seen taking the photographs, but they had been sworn to secrecy about why they were taking them. Well yeah, I.