We took yours in too. Doubles, we figured. Maybe you’d like to send some copies to Heather?”The fear returned at full blast. Oh shit! Which ones d...d they take? Suddenly I couldn’t remember if I’d done anything with those two black-and-white rolls that had photos of Heather in various states of dress – and undress – on them.“Yeah, good idea,” I managed, evenly. Fighting to stay outwardly calm, I pulled the camera bag to me. “I did have a couple of rolls...” I began, as I unzipped the side pocket. The other boy smirked at Paul as he taunted him further.“You probably tell her she’s beautiful all the time. ‘Oo, baby, you’re so cute!’ Lover Boy!”“I never said she was beautiful!”Well, never said it to anybody but her. But then Travis used a technique which is often effective on playgrounds and national politics: just say something over and over, and it won’t matter if you have proof.“Lover Boy! Lover Boy! Lover Boy!”“Shut up!”“Lover Boy! Lover Boy! Lover Boy!”Travis said it nearly a dozen. If I left that building, I figured that I wouldprobably be locked out by either the departing worker or robber.I really didn't know if it was an employee at another company workinglate or an intruder. Either way, if the person caught me running away,I thought that my situation might be worsened. My hands started toshake as I held the rag in my hands and sat upon the heels of my feet.A man exited the 1st floor office, I felt instantly relieved torecognize him. He was the head of the law firm. It looked incredible sexy and Sharon could feel herself getting wet. She turned around and went downstairs, where she hurried to the bathroom, locked the door and rubbed herself to an orgasm, which nearly took her breath away.While she was recovering, she again felt ashamed, but the sight of her eldest sons hard cock and the cum spurting from it, really turned her on. She remembered in past times, when she and her husband had played games, she had enjoyed teasing him for hours and then see how.