." Joan gasped."Shut up, bitch," Myrna snarled. "You can breathe and I want it to leave a scar. Just get your clothes off fast." She strode across the... room and took a cluster of leather thongs from the wall.She's going to whip me, Joan thought and something thrilled her until it showed in her eyes and Myrna saw the glow."So you think you'll like it, do you?" Myrna's voice was a rasp. "We'll see. And if you do--I may not use it where you like."Joan was hypnotized with the whip and slowly her. I heard them than talking and laughing loudly through the partition. “They are talking about me; oh, if they tell mamma, Oh! what did I do it for?” Trembling with fear, I jumped out of bed, opened my door, and went to theirs, listening; theirs was ajar; I heard: “Right up between my thighs. I felt it! He must have felt it; ah! ah! ha! would you ever have thought the little beast would have done such a thing!” They both laughed heartily. “Did you see his little thing?” said one. “Shut the door,. She flipped quickly to the photos that followed and found more and more provocative and revealing photos. "You took all of these?" she asked as she continued flipping through the pages; several of which were women obviously masturbating, some in bathtubs, showers and even out on the beach."Whew, I don't know," Jennifer pondered as she paged through the albums. "Troy would love some photos like this but I don't know if I can get through a shoot." Tsk, tsk, my dear," Oscar chided. "Almost. I'm tight and your thick. I'm moving with your movement and we are fucking each other. You lift me up and walk to the wall with me still on your dick. You then begin to fuck me, while standing up. I"m cumming again and I'm dripping on the floor. You have one hand around my waist and the other on my ass. A finger finds its way to my asshole. OOH yes, I'm loving your finger and your dick fucking me. You put me down and have me to turn around, I grab my ankles and you are spreading my ass.