Camille was about to tell him how she'd been reduced to his paranoid delusions when she saw the look on his face. His eyes had hardened, his hand hang...ing in the air where he'd been about to take hold of the door handle. A curse hissed from his lips at a small smear of blood on the door's glass."What is it?" she asked, sudden alarm freezing her heart."Nothing, I hope."Pulling the door open cautiously, Niko wrapped his fingers around her upper arm while he inspected brown spots that looked like. At least not in public. I felt his hand move under my skirt. I looked him in the eye, smiled, and opened my legs a little wider, letting him know that I wanted this as much as he did. The train rolled northward, the car swaying, the click-click of the wheels on the tracks almost hypnotic in its monotony. But his hand didn’t move. At least not as much as I anticipated. I’d figured that once I signaled my approval, he would move in for the ‘kill’. Instead, his fingers caressed my thigh moving. "Well I guess there are things you would not do for me. Amy I will be home at six. I will see you then." I said as I kissed her and started to leave."Please Barry! I will do it! Please I need you!" She pleaded as tears ran down her face."You will do what?" I asked calmly."I will fuck my gardener." She said as she sobbed."Good! You are not to let him use a condom and he must cum in your pussy at least once! Now make sure you record it on video. I think it will make a nice evening's entertainment. My dad would complain when I'd go through three rolls of film a week. He bitched about the processing costs." I can't do color, but I can develop black and white right here at the studio. It's easy. I'll teach you, and you can do it yourself. Believe me, doing your own processing gives you a whole new level of control. Want to try that?"She nodded, so we loaded up a camera with some black/white stock and she ran off a roll, shooting everything in the studio, including me in various poses. She.