Sure enough, most all of the inhabitants of the house had succumbed to the delirium-inducing effects of the tampered apples. All except the princess w...o stood holding the chain by which her ankles were affixed to the wall. All the miners lay prostrate on the cold slate floor, insensible and uncaring of events around them.The queen entered the house with a feeling of undeniable triumph that quickly turned to anger when she realized that she could not find the key to the lock which bound the. I went to the next folder.This one was simply labeled "Jason". It was her and a different man again. The first image was of them standing side by side in a mirror. She was wearing denim shorts and a blue tank top. She was smiling big as she held the camera pointed at their reflection. The man was naked and was either dark-skinned or very tanned. Below his six-pack abs was a very large cock. I clicked on the next image and he must have had the camera because now she was on her knees sucking. “Have you guys ever seen a sex therapist?” I asked.“No way!” Emily exclaimed. “Tom would never go to sex therapist. He says I’m the issue, not him.”“So, what’s the big issue?” I asked, tagging on, “You don’t have to tell me if you feel uncomfortable about it.”“No,” Emily replied, “Its okay. When I want it, he doesn’t and when he wants it, I don’t. We can’t seem to match up our schedules.”I knew the feeling all too well.“Sometimes,” Emily confided, “I wonder if he even finds me attractive. It also makes directing the stream of piss easier as sometimes I like to sample the various exotic flavours I develop depending on what I've been eating and drinking the night beforehand.The steady pulsing stream of precum oozing from my cock shows I've been bumping my prostate just right and it feels amazing. I fantasize about being fucked in my ass while standing upright in the shower. It's open to anyone who could just walk up behind me, slip their hands around my waist or grab my hips and.