"I'm sure he does," she muttered.Sarah was relieved, she had been given the all-clear from her doctor and was determined to resume unfettered sex with...Joseph; it felt so much better and sat down with Joseph in her flat with a glass of wine.She hadn't told Joseph about about her STD but had been careful for a couple of months until the small spots had cleared up and her adulterous lover was always more than happy to receive a blow job without questioning why he couldn't do much more, their. ? He turned with two clothespins in his hand. He placed one pinon each of Jan?s exposed nipples just behind her nipple rings.?Thank you,Master,? Jan said.?What did you say.I can?t hear you.??Thank you,Master,? Jan said at the top of her lungs.The van againtraveled along the road. At each red light Brian hit the breaks with such forceJan?s breasts swayed with the clothespins hanging from them. The bristles ofthe brush stuck into her pussy lips. She braced herself so she would not fall.Jan licked. She sat and saw me and searching for her husband. I said he wants to be alone and asked me to see what your problem is and he feels that you’re the one creating the problem. She started crying I couldn’t see her crying. My mom scolded me and said to leave the room but I said I was just helping and wanting to solve the problem but mom said no, that’s not a problem for your age you go out do some work, let her take some rest. Your dad I’ll come and solve so you don’t be too smart in this. The gallery is dark, but the small lights above each print don’t let me miss any detail. The photographs… The photographs are… different. Unusual. Delicate. Immodest. Scandalous. Offensive. They make me freeze in my seat. Somewhere in my mind, an alarm rings loud and clear, but I can’t move. I just stare at them, hypnotized.They fascinate me, worming their way into my subconscious. Erotic. Exciting. Titillating.What am I doing here?My palms are sweating, I’m breathing hard. I grab my handbag.