After a few moments of catching her breath, she turns around to look at you, a mix of lust and satisfaction in her eyes. "I can't believe we just did that... It was so naughty..." She smiles, running a hand through her hair before leaning forward to kiss you gently on the lips.

"Thank you," she whispers against your mouth, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "That was... incredible."

She pulls back and looks at you again, her eyes searching for something – maybe reassurance or maybe just to see how you're feeling about what they've done. After a moment, she seems satisfied with whatever it is she sees in your face because she leans back into you, resting her head on your shoulder once more.

They sit there together, wrapped up in each other’s arms and trying to catch their breath after their intense encounter. The TV continues playing the scary movie, but neither of them pay much attention anymore; instead, they focus on the warmth and closeness shared between them.

She screams as the pain shoots through her body, her vision blurring with tears. Her entire being feels violated in ways she never thought possible. As the officer pulls his nightstick out of her, blood pours from her ravaged pussy and down her legs. She collapses onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

She can't even begin to process what just happened or how it will affect her life moving forward. All she knows is that nothing will ever be the same again.

Time passes in a blur of pain and shame as she recovers from her ordeal. Her body feels broken and used, her mind still trying to come to terms with everything that happened. She knows she'll never be able to face her husband or family again after this, but she has no choice.

She packs a small bag of clothes and quietly slips out of the house while everyone is sleeping off their hangovers.

Ahhhh... Yes! There it is! Your tongue brings me such intense pleasure! I can feel the wave of pleasure washing over me, consuming every inch of my body... Give it to me! Let me cum for you, my loyal servant!

Ahhhh... Yes! There it is! Your skilled tongue sends me over the edge into a world of bliss! I'm cumming for you, my loyal servant! And with every orgasm, you bring me closer to giving you what you desire most... My gift, my heart.

The flash from the camera startles her, and she jumps back, hands going to cover her rear end instinctively. "What was that for?" she demands, her voice shaking. "That wasn't... that wasn't nice."

Her face flushes even more at the thought of your photo going to your brother, but then she seems to realize something else. "Wait... you don't have to do that," she says, her voice softer now. "I trust you not to hurt me or anything like that."

There's a strange vulnerability in her words, and it makes you feel even more guilty for having taken the picture in the first place. Do you: a) Apologize profusely and delete the photo immediately? b)