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got into a sixty-nine position.
    ‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
    When she could come no more, she tired of playing with him. Devia got up and went to switch the camera off. She started to dress him, then thought better of it. She wanted to admire him further and it was perfect sunbathing weather. 
    She smiled as she watched his slow steady breathing, his chest rising and falling as he slept peacefully. An immense feeling of pleasure came over her looking at his naked and used body lying before her, his feet just off the edge of the blanket.  There would be no way they were going back to the marina yet. She estimated he would be under for at least six hours in total from the Valium. Plenty of time to enjoy him fully. To complete the appearance of their afternoon, she had another outfit in her bag. Her final pose, the one that was going to seal the deal for her was going to be him on top of her with her legs around him and her head thrown back as though in ecstasy.  All for the camera. She laughed to herself. And to think they said the camera never lies. It did, if you knew just how to do it.
     
    To complete her illusion, she would have to dress him before he woke up.  If she timed it right, she could wake him up and he would not remember anything she did with him while he was out.  His memory would only return after the drug had worn off and he wouldn’t remember a thing because he was out cold. She decided that when she dressed him, she would keep his underwear as a wonderful souvenir of the day. She smiled again at the thought of him wondering where his underwear was.
    It wasn’t long before Devia got bored of just looking at him and she was tempted to take the
dinghy
, board the yacht and leave him there stranded on the deserted island by himself. That would teach him a lesson about not taking her seriously and for assuming she was a fool.  But she didn’t really want to leave him, not her plans to get him into her life were coming to fruition. She decided to take the remaining few photos and afterwards she would dress him.  She got up and switched on the camera again, then returned to the blanket to position herself under him.
    ‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’
    Lying down on the blanket and positioning him above her took all her strength because he was dead weight.  However, she couldn’t have been more pleased with the way his head flopped over her shoulder and faced down, looking as though he was kissing her neck. It was perfect.  She wrapped her legs around him and posed for the camera. He whispered something in his sleep
,
and she stopped staying dead still to listen as he spoke. She strained to hear his words, but they were unintelligible so she carried on gyrating her ample hips under him as the camera clicked on.
     
    After a few more minutes, she had gotten the photos she needed so she stopped to dress him. Julian turned over in his sleep so Devia took the opportunity to clothe that side of his body. Moving his limbs was not easy and they were heavy for her to move in his sleep. Devia didn’t notice, but she was exhausted.  She slipped the camera and tripod in her bag and was relieved when she had finished clearing away the evidence.
No chance of being caught. 
She lay back on the sun lounger and decided to snooze.  After all, there was nothing more she could do with him until he woke up and that wouldn’t be for some time.  As an afterthought, she went through his pockets and found his mobile phone and proceeded to read all of his text messages. Then she added her phone number to his list of contacts under the name Derek. Smiling at her deviousness, she sent herself a few erotic text messages and made a few calls to her own phone She left it off the hook so if anyone looked at her phone records it would look as though they had a lengthy conversation.  As well as adding the few missed calls. Guys never noticed anything like that, especially not under another