Of course, the burning question on my lips when you sent me those pictures were...

Did you cum?

Did you reach the point where you discarded the camera, pushed it to one side of the bed and brought yourself off?

Panting on your bed with your fingers in your sticky little honey pot, arching your back, pressing your head into the pillows, biting your lip until you moaned out loud.

Did you climax?

Did you use my name or his?

Sending the images to me was just perverted; you knew what I would inevitably do while looking at them.