“So he liked what he saw?” she asked innocently.
“Oh yeah. He liked.”
A thought occurred to her, one that had her blushing to the roots of her hair. Her entire face was literally on fire.
“Ken, tell me you didn’t show him one of those pictures,” she whispered.
Those pictures being ones Ken had taken of her in different s****l positions and in various stages of undress. Bound hand and foot. Some naked and spread-eagled, her hands and feet splayed wide and restrained in all directions.
They were beautifully erotic, but only intended for Ken. It made her sound like the ultimate hypocrite, being willing to allow another man to touch her. To flog her, mark her, give her pleasure. So why object to Ken ever showing such pictures to another man?
Except that to her those pictures were persona
