“Can you just lie there, staying still for a minute or two?”We lay there, joined together, our fingers brushing and rubbing around her clit. I lis...tened to Fiona’s breathing, every so often she would moan softly, pushing back into me.“Just move slowly in and out,” she whispered. “I’m really close...”I rocked my hips slowly, causing me to slide in and out of her; it only took a few slow strokes before I felt her tense up and sigh softly, a sigh that was almost a groan.“Oh yes ... that’s just what. There were pictures of shemales with big hard cocks dressed in suspenders, pictures of submissive men bound and punished by a Mistress and even some pictures of out and out gay sex. Then there were the stories which I had downloaded. Tales of men being enslaved by strict Mistresses and turned into submissive slaves or even feminised completely and being forced to take female hormones and dress as slutty women before being whored out to suck cock.My wife went mad, yelling at me and calling me a. Especially now that Clark is holding the piece of evidence that confirmed his suspicions about us.In his hand are the picture(s) of me and Violet together inside the movie theater photo booth the last night of my Spring Break. The night we both went out to the movies with her sister Linda after the intense threesome we had together. We all took pictures together inside the photo booth. Of course the ones he had, were of me and Violet alone. It was six pictures of us goofing off, smiling, and. He told them there would be two camps; “first camp” and “second camp.” Most of their supplies, tents, etc. would be at first camp. Their snow gear, extra food, and water would be then taken to the second camp.The next day, they all set off with their loads, with the girls taking a real disliking to Will’s task mastering them. After hours of climbing the gradually steeping trail, they finally reached their area for the first camp, about 4,000 feet up the slope, but two miles of uphill hiking..