Then there were pictures of me being evacuated on a stretcher surrounded by TV crews. The story ended with an appeal “Can you help Jan to walk again...” I was angry. My private grief had been splashed across the TV news. It got worse. The scandal-rag printed pictures of me on their Page Three, topless. I thought those photos had been destroyed but I was the Page Three girl for a week. On Saturday they printed the one with just my hand covering my cunt. I had been wearing a G-string but they. She always cums just once. Well, not always….A text arrived. I am alone but only for twenty minutes.I replied. I will call you back. You will need your rabbit. You are not allowed to touch yourself.S answered on the first ring. I could hear she was breathing quickly. She was already excited. "Skirt or trousers?" I asked."A skirt today," she replied."Spread your legs wide slut," I ordered. I knew gradually increasing humiliation was a powerful trigger for her."My legs are spread for your use. She kicked off her heels and picked one up as she made her way silently through the rooms. Her computer blinked at her from the desk. With a laugh, she remembered the radio had been on when the electricity went out the night before. A quick change of clothes and Sophie was back in the kitchen fixing her dinner. Her mind was on the work she had tried to do the night before. Only a few people knew that Sophie dabbled in writing in her spare time. They had read a couple of her romantic stories. All of a sudden, two thoughts in my mind started speaking up.My mind 1: How can she do these in front of a stranger? There must be something.My mind 2: She might be bold enough. Don’t think erotically, you stupid.Archana held her cup sized yellow color sexy bra and sat in front of me. Then the conversation started again.Archana: Seems you are not okay? Is the issue solved?Me: Yeah, I am okay. Released and feeling relaxed (said about masturbation).Archana: May I know what was it?Me: Yeah, but.