CHAPTER TWO
Shelton had been too weary that night to develop the film; as a result, it was after two o'clock the next afternoon before he withdrew the negatives from the soup and examined them in light. As he looked at the developed film, his prick stirred to life again. Of them all, probably the best of the batch was the one where she was blowing him, he thought.
He didn't even remember taking the picture, so lost had he been in the overpowering sensation of her lips and tongue working on his c**k. The photograph showed him with his straining buttocks lifted at least a foot off the bed as he seemingly sought to jam the spurting c**k deeper into her eager throat. Shining white c*m squirted from between her pooched out lips. The woman's expression was the most surprising thing about the p
