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I screenshotted the pic as Betty looked over my shoulder. “Looks like you have some obligations to meet” She snorted back. “It appears I do” I replied. “Well, one last thing before you go,” Betty said. Betty bent over her couch, pulling down her black yoga pants to reveal her bare ass “Go ahead, grab some pics” She said, and I didn’t hesitate and opened my phone and furiously snapped pics of her spread asshole. “Maybe I can convince Tina to let us do it again,” Betty said, pulling her pants up.

There were very few, only three or four. He had taken more pictures with Julianne in a single day. I burned them and ordered my assistant never to accept anonymous packages again. In my fourth year, I successfully helped Oliver secure control of the Romano family fortune. My name became unassailable in New York. Countless prominent people in the industry sought meetings with me. At a yacht reception, I met Rebecca Smith, the woman who had once worked as Adrian's assistant. She had left him years earlier. From her, I learned what had happened to Adrian.

"I’m ruined! How can I live knowing that everyone has seen my nudes?!" "Technically, you aren’t really nude in them―" Annalise said. The entire family had read the article put out by Lady Vanity and saw the resulting photos― her straddling Matteo in nothing but her underwear, the both of them tangled in his bedsheets, her bra, half-falling off her shoulders to reveal a swell of creamy breast. If they were from a weaker family, Annalise was sure that her phone would be blowing up with all sorts of obscene offers from movie directors.

The affection in his eyes was so clear that, for a moment, I almost believed that I was his entire world. I lowered my head, trying to hide the bitterness rising in my chest. ‘Elijah, this is the last chance I’m giving you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.’ Just as my resolve softened, I received a message from Naomi Cook that very night. Along with it was a photo of her celebrating her birthday with Elijah and Kai. In the picture, Naomi held up two gift boxes with the Cartier logo, smiling brightly. Her message was smug and provocative. [You’re still not leaving? Your husband and son both like me more. How do you still have the nerve to hold on to the donna position?]

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Holy shit, I got a reason to leave my pancake untouched! -"damn" I say on impulse. For the second time since I met Ethan, I'm in a fucking magazine. The caption reads "Angelic Donneli showing off her curves at a private Seattle club, Beautiful Waters" What the fuck is the relevance of me wearing a bikini at a club? No one cares about that kind of information! -"but I'm dressed" I try to soften it. He can't be mad, after all, there's no exhibitionism in the picture.

She wasn't sorry she had sucked that pussy, though--not a bit. Donna had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Penny's was. Donna threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her breasts. Nothing wrong with those, she thought. There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Penny any day, although there was about fifteen years' difference in their ages.

HORNY NEGLECTED WIFE THIRD PERSON POV Donna Matthews was splayed wide on her marital bed, completely naked and aching beyond control. Her thighs were so wide, and further apart from each other like an offering. Her shaved outer cunt lips, puffy and so slick that it coated her opening, dripping down to her bare asshole. She pinched her buzzing nipples, twisting the bud between her fingers, enjoying the shocks it sent to her fat clit that needed a finger or a tongue.

I took some pictures but tried to stay in the background and let him take over the photo shoot. Tina's last bikini can best be described as two dots and a dash. The top was nothing more than strings holding together two tiny patches that only covered her nipples. The rest of her tits were totally exposed. The bottoms were the same. The strings held a patch of material that barely covered her bald pussy and even exposed some of her lips in some of the poses. She couldn't have gotten any closer to being completely naked. Jimmy's eyes drank in the beauty of her tight teen body as he began to snap picture after picture.