DIRTY PAGES (A Short Story Collection)
She felt her face and neck get hot, blushing darkly at the photos.
She was s focused, staring at a photo of a man bent over and licking the vagina of a tied women while another woman was on her knees, blowing him, that she didn't hear the door open. She didn't hear Mr. Whitaker walk into the living room, and she wasn't aware of him stopping in the doorway behind her. She didn't know that his eyes had immediately gone to her round perky ass, displayed well in her jeans, then to her small waist, and finally to her hands and what she was holding. He smiled from behind her. She would have had to have done some major snooping to find those, and he could see from the mess of the pile they were in