.. so.. what harm could that do to me?.This went on for some weeks. When i sent him the proof he would send me new pics of the redhead, always better ...han the previous ones, but always asked for a new tribute, and always the tribute had more complex and weird conditions ("i want a pic of your cock before and after cummin", "i want a pic showing you cummed with legs open" etc.).Until, one day, he told me was going to show me the best pics of her, but i should do the tribute while we chatted (not. ‘No’, she sighed, ‘not here, really we can’t do this.’ ‘No one will see us’, I urged her, guiding her hand back to where it was needed. She released her hand from my grip and tied up her bikini. My frustration filled me with an unreasonable anger, but I sensed she had gone further than she wished, than was right in her culture in a public place and her flushed face looked wracked with guilt. I hid my frustration, my anger but was unable to apologise. It was an uneasy silence as we walked back. I got up and walked to the front door. A glance through the peephole told me Liz was knocking, so I opened the door.“Morning, Liz. Come on in. Let me get some coffee brewing,” I greeted her.“Hi, Amos. Sorry, I can’t stay. I’m headed out to visit my parents. Mom fell last night and is in the hospital. Her leg is broken pretty bad. I just wanted to let you know before I left.”“Well, wait. Give me your number. I’ll send you a text so you have mine,” I asked. “And, by the way, I couldn’t. "You know what they say about cleanliness." Hey, sarge," Horishito said. "How come you never check out my hygiene that thoroughly? Wong got something that I don't got?" Yeah, sarge," said Matza. "I'm hurt. That's blatant favoritism, you ask me." And what's so interesting," Lisa said, "about a woman soaping herself up in the shower, anyway? I certainly don't find it all that exciting." No?" said Lon, raising his eyebrows suggestively."No," she said, "although you never know what's going on in my.