I sat down opposite her. She laughed when she saw the cakes. “How did you guess?” she said. “I shouldn’t, but then, why not?” And she took ...he creamier of the two pieces. “So…” I said, taking a sip of hot coffee, “Where are these pictures?” She’d found them on her camera while I was at the counter, and passed it straight across. “These are from all over” she said. “But I have a special folder for them all”. They were a mixture of candid shots, up-skirt and down-blouse, all obviously taken. My living room light reveals that your skin is reddened form your earlier whipping. My strong hands gently glide up and down your legs, across your back, through your hair, and along your breasts. Your legs buckle as I kiss the backs of your knees My hot mouth splits your pussy lips apart as I start to whip your clit with my tongue. I devoir your dripping flesh with feverishly sweet fury until you cum. I lay your limp body upon your back, and slide my thick cock along your quivering crotch.. My inner feelings ranged from guiltto fear via shame and regret. What would she be thinking of me? But whenfinally I anxiously allowed my gaze to meet hers, I saw her friendlysmile. She was looking up at me as I was a few inches taller than her. Inmy high heels. "Hello, Dee," she said, "you look very pretty. I didn'trealise you had such gorgeous legs." She put her arms around me and gaveme a little hug. I was aware of her breasts pressing against my body, herwarmth, her scent... The tension. It was a sex toy. A love egg. And it must've been inside of him."Well it's not buzzing now...so the batteries must be dead." There washis strange soprano voice again.Scanning the room he tried to find more clues to where he was, or wherehe was going. He rushed to the dresser table, where the purse was. As hereached to the purse, he noticed the envelope. On it was two, neatlywritten words.OPEN MEHe hastily snatched it and tore it open. Pulling out the contents, hetossed the envelope aside..