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I run back to the library to uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her legs

Naomi was just trying to delete old files. She didn’t mean to open the wrong folder. But there it was. A file named: Naomi_Alone_Night1.mov Her stomach flipped. She stared at it. Clicked it. And watched herself walk into her own bedroom on the screen. Towel slipping off. Hair wet. Phone in hand. She was naked. Touching herself on the bed. Moaning. Whispering things into the dark. Things she never said out loud.

"But don't worry. We aren't low-class thugs; we don't want to get rough with someone like you." "How about this: Take off your clothes. Everything." "Cooperate for a few high-res videos and photos, and we'll let you go. Sounds like a fair trade, right?" Elena finally understood the depth of their depravity. They wanted her nudes. Werewolves shifted all the time, and she-wolves were generally proud of their bodies, but being forced into suggestive, nude photos was different. If those leaked, she'd be the laughingstock of everyone. To protect her reputation, she'd be forced to cave to Naomi.

She wink and giggle at the same time. She finish taking her bath, and walked to the room she hear soft music playing and smell a few lavender scented candles lit. She peak out into the room. The lights are dimmed and Nate is sitting on the leather couch naked, stroking his 11 inch cock. He was an amazing sight. Short brown hair, a cuddly-like-teddy-bear body that made you just want to snuggle into him and be embraced, a little hairy all over his body, but it was enough to be attracted to. Nate was a teddy bear. He was her teddy bear. Nate motions her to come over.

I know it's him. He's naked, and Nadia—I can tell by her characteristic blonde hair—is on top of him, moaning his name, dragging her nails along his chest, and riding him.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

For instance, there was a rear-side shot that showed her waist was uncovered, it showed her bare side from armpit to knees with most of her bottom, but was too far to the rear to get her exposed nipple (the girl had no sideboob) or any more than a hint of her rear cleft. They also took some graphic shots that we would keep for ourselves. Li would sometimes stare for hours at the one, a landscape shot showing navel to knees with back of the dress spread like a pair of open wings, that focused on her exposed open pussy, with the red and blue accents and the dragon tat. She had a print of her own, while I kept a blown up (larger than actual size) one in my office, on my wall for all to see. It

Some of them had been huge blockbuster action movies. Within the search results were more YouTube links. A couple of them stuck out to him. They proclaimed, "Shasta Pyke nude scenes." Blake breathed out forcefully and leaned back in his chair. Did he really want to go there? Cautiously, he clicked the first link. There was a close-up of Shasta from the waist up, her perfect round breasts filling the screen. Her scene partners, two men, were completely dressed. The on-screen conversation lasted a good five minutes and the editing kept coming back to her tits from every angle and distance.

She’s naked. Completely fucking naked.

Holy fuck. Fox’s mom was on her back in the middle of a big bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent, and she was working a thick, realistic-looking dildo in and out of her pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Her other hand was squeezing one of her tits, and her face was flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted. She was really into it. For a second I just froze, staring like a total creep. Then reality slammed back in.