Chapter One
She undid the front of her robe and sat on the edge of the coffee table. The camera had been set up on the footstool and now she edged closer. The settings had been preset and she just had to reach down and press the timer. Then leaning back and spreading her knees, she took a photograph of her own, open v****a.
That had been ten years ago. At the time, she was just twenty and a new bride of three months. And it was Valentine’s Day. She took the camera to her computer, downloaded the image and printed off a copy. She smiled; pleased with the results: moist and venerable. Just right, she thought. She had carefully prepared herself with the tip of a vibrator and then had pulled up on the skin of her tummy, causing the c******s to eagerly lift its small swollen head from within
