Every nerve was suddenly awake andreminding her of recent painful pleasures. She didn’twant to wake him. Biting her lower lip, she gave herbody ...ne good relaxing stretch, found a position shecould hold, and drifted back into sleep.The next conscious moment was of a warm hand slidingover the welts on her thigh. The fingers traced thelengths of the raised bruises as a blind man readsBraille. She rolled instinctively towards the touch,opening her sore self once again to his pleasure. His. "I don?t know why yougot me all those clothes. It?s not like I?m going make a habit ofwearing this kind of thing." I wouldn?t count on that. You may just wear them more of it than youthink," Mum informed him. "Why don?t you put on the kettle for us andheat up some scones?"Dad muttered to himself and went to the kitchen. I could hear himbanging around in there. Dad wasn?t used to cooking things for himself.I heard a car pull up outside.Mom heard it too. She stood up, walked over to the. Shel laughed and said, “It’s lovely, Alexandra.” I smiled at her and said “I don't need your pity,” in an very playful tone. She smiled at me. “So what would you like to drink?” “Do you have any wine?” she asked. “Lucky you, I just got some for my many lonely nights.” I said as I poured two cups of wine. We both sat on the couch with our wine. After about three more cups I found myself fixated on her lips. I know I'm going to regret my next decision but I honestly couldn't care less right about. Apparently, he knew about it.Carl John suggested that this would be a good time to surprise Victor with some glamour photos…At first I rejected his proposal, because I was feeling cozy after having dinner with too much wine; but he insisted and he somehow wore me down, until finally I said yes. The black man arrived at my home close to midnight; his strong arms were full of all sorts of equipment and bags. I offered him a glass of wine…He explained me that he also could take pictures of women.