"I'll get it." Helen bent swiftly and picked up the photograph. By every code of professional conduct and customer privacy, she knew she should not tu...rn the photograph over and look at it. But Helen did turn it over and she didn't just look at the photograph - she studied it. She simply couldn't help herself. The photograph itself looked old, and yet the image was fresh and clear. A girl in her late teens or early twenties seated on a park bench. Behind her, a long line of palm trees edged a. She groaned, raising her eyebrows as her orgasm began to rise. She began to subtly ram her ass back against his face as he ate her out from behind. His tongue flecked across her clit even faster, his lips sucking on it lightly at the same time. The tingling in her crotch grew more intense, and she knew it was getting close. She rushed to embrace it.“UNHHH!” She moaned, rubbing her ass and pussy in his face as she came. “OHHHHH!” She groaned again as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Keenum was. It certainly wasn't the first time a man had played her; it was more a part of her chemistry, and partly her age. She was rattled at finding herself responding to his sophisticated sexuality. She told herself to stop thinking like this. Too get the car going and in just ten minutes she'd be home and headed into the shower, where she could... She took a toilette packet from her purse, opened it, and wiped her sweating forehead and across the tops of her breasts. She put the towlette in the trash. One affair Ishtar buddy could equal a month of good sex with Lulu. Or there is the alternative. We label you a terrorist and send you back to Morocco.” “Mohammed, Apollo, and Termagant!” Ishtar exclaimed, “I must admit you have a good idea there officer but how am I to make my wife have an affair. It will no doubt upset her if I come home and tell her I want her to cheat on me.” John calmly told him, “I like you Ishtar. You know why? Because unlike some Muslim scum you are willing to work with.