She could see Val was confused cumshot.
She cumshot might agree to what Jean wanted, or she might run out of there and do God knows what.
Jean knew cumshot it was a crucial moment.
Val cumshot was scared to death.
She was scared of what Jean cumshot might cumshot do, but she was even more cumshot afraid of what she knew her husband would do.
She could run away.
She could go to her husband and try to explain.
She could grab the pictures and cumshot destroy them, them deny cumshot everything.
She looked at Jean, then down again at the pictures.
Reasoning with her husband was cumshot useless, that option was out.
She might be able to grab the pictures, but she doubted she could get away from Jean with them.
Jean was bigger, and stronger.
Besides cumshot, there might be more pictures, or copies.
And her husband wouldn believe her cumshot if Jean told him cumshot shed seen pictures of his dutiful little wife servicing another man with her mouth.
No, her husband would look at those big tits, and that round, black ass of Jeans, and believe every word of it cumshot.
On top of it all, Val was a lousy liar anyway, her cumshot husband would know it was true.
Looking cumshot at the pictures brought back memories to Val of her period of sexual activity.
It had cumshot been fun, she thought.
Maybe even worth it.
Val looked up at Jean, into her big brown eyes.
Val didn think Jean would really hurt her, not like her husband definitely would.
She really only had one choice.
"I understand cumshot." Val finally said.
