It's not like I haven't done it all before and had my picture taken doing it; luckily for me those pictures have never surfaced. It's not that I don't... like having my picture taken either, well I didn't when I was younger I suppose, much too self-conscious of my large boobs then. Now of course I love it, I don't care who see my body, my husband has taken thousands of me in all sorts of undress. I've even stripped off for his Camera club once, what a night that was. It was second or third time I. Because he did not trust the College authorities, the fund would be set up with several conditions, among them that his representative would be able to veto any unsuitable candidates, such as the Master of the College, who wished to add the salary to an existing one from the University. If the College tried to retaliate by not appointing anyone for a long time, the money would revert to Kobekistan.Then he arranged to fly over to Oxford to meet the Master and arrange about his rooms. Naturally. I got a long life ahead of me, too fucking long to be alone."I drank to the sentiment. It seemed apt."Now," Joe turned to me and gave what little of my outfit he could see from beneath my jacket another disapproving appraisal. "What say we have another one of these", he wagged his almost empty tumbler of rye at me, "so you can tell me what your problem is, and we'll see if we can't sort you out."I nodded as Joe signaled for another round of drinks. "I don't think we can sort this one out," I. She nearly took in all ten inches before it struck bottom after what seemed like forever. She shifted the dildo a little so that the rubber balls rubbed up against her clit, to increase pleasure. Then came the return stroke, bringing different but equally incredible pleasure. Then she pushed it in again, then out, finally stroking rythmically at a fair pace. She quickly learned to rotate her hips and squeeze those muscles to increase the pleasure even more. Soon she was stroking madly,.