." But that's all the more reason to think twice before you let me, any boyfriend ... or husband, for that matter, take those pictures." What if Patty... wanted copies?"I had thought of that ... and figured out a damn good answer.Some time ago, a well respected young professional woman in town who had a good middle-management job with a big company not only had her sex pix spread all over the web, but her phone number and company fax number, to boot.She had to resign and move out of state to find. It’s a possibility. But I would need to hear it from his lips. Frustration returned as she contemplated the immediate future. He stands on the precipice between life and death ... and despite my entreaties, he’s choosing death. Worse, it might mean death for both of us. For should he persist, I would fain die at his side, facing even the terror of the Cursed Ones. But if that path is denied me, and the King — as is likely upon his return — also abandons me, I shall decay in this inertial. His wife Lois sucked all his spunk down as fast as she could. “Don’t swallow it all Lois” he said. “I want you to share some of it with me.” Lois didn’t seem to pay any attention to her husbands word’s but when he finally stopped shooting his jism in to her mouth and collapsed back onto the couch she slid her mouth slowly off of his cock careful to keep her lips tightly closed.Lois smiled wickedly as she looked into her husbands eyes as this was the first time she had given him a blow job and. She gave Tracey a toothless grin and held up a paper cup. She jingled it as if to say, "Give me some money."The old woman morphed back into the hooker then back into the original girl. There was still something different about her though, and it wasn't just the fact that Tracey could see her black bra through her thin white shirt. The girl's aura had changed."She's blowing all the partners at the firm. They pass her around like an Applebee's appetizer. She's hoping that it will help her land a.