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Funny, but I didn't think I needed protecting. Hell, I'd done the
pictures, hadn't I?
Well, the whole thing began to outgrow itself and pretty soon,
George was getting a lot of pressure to reveal the name of the woman
in the pictures. George refused. George dug in his heels and got
stubborn, something at which he excelled. For a while, it looked like
the whole thing was just going to blow over, because everyone got
wrapped up in the fight about the bond issue for the levees out in
Point Place --
[Please, don't ask.]
-- and everything seemed fine until George called me one
afternoon when I had the house pretty much to myself and informed me
that the negatives had disappeared. All of them -- including the
outtakes, which were not solo shots of a lovely torso; those were pure
smut, taken off a tripod and timer and giving an excellent view of me,
from the rear, riding George's fat prick. One in particular, taken
while I was cumming, had real good definition of the way my pussy was
stretched round his dick, with all but an inch or so of his wide dong
buried inside me. Some of the others in that set included my face --
in one shot, with my mouth full, if you know what I mean.
George figured it had happened that afternoon, while he was
jogging. The night before, he'd developed some shots he'd taken out at
the old Municipal Airport. When he'd gotten home, the padlock on his
darkroom door had been cut -- probably a bolt-cutter, he figured --
and the negatives and prints from our session, and only from our
session, were missing.
I went over to see him and we put our heads together and tried to
reason it out. Whoever had done it hadn't been on the football squad,
which aced Marty and the other Three Stooges; they'd been jogging, too.
George pointed out that examining negatives wasn't easy if you didn't
know what you were doing, so that narrowed it down to people with
darkroom experience who knew George's schedule and what to look for .
No matter how we sliced it, we kept coming back to the Lense
Club. Well, we were right -- sort of.
By then, Easter vacation was coming up and I went to see my
cousin, Charlene for a couple of days. That's what I told George...continue -> zoo paysites |
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