She doesn't check for photos.

Allthough, maybe, there was a better way to do this. She could check for photos right now, and would have to do so every 5 minutes probably. But she could also just make him turn off his internet connection, and make him never turn it on again. Then at the end of the day he would have to delete all of them, but she would be safe nonetheless. Probably even more safe than she would be if she had to check all the time.

She did it.

"You didn't make a photo of me did you?"

"Perhaps." He said. "I'm not coming to give you my phone this time."

She really couldn't tell if he had or hadn't taken a picture of her. He continued to type something on his phone while she was to bring the laundry to their wet room.

"What's next?" she asked when she came back.

"You need to clean my bed sheets. I'll get off for now." He said as he jumped off his bed. Suddenly he was standing very close to her, and keeping eye contact.

She broke eye contact and took every thing off his bed while he peeked at her from behind. He looked closely as her boobs swung around from trying to grab the blankets.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked her.

"I don't" she said.

"That's good. I'd be in trouble otherwise right?"

"Probably." She said. Boyfriends weren't really her thing, but someone standing up for her like described was a bit of a turn on. But how do you combine a boyfriend and an exhibitionist fetish?

She took the sheets of and brought them to the wet room. It was quite a hassle to get the new ones on, and Jonathan kept eyeing her up more and more. She felt his eyes peeking between her butt cheeks as she tried to snap the hook of the bed sheet around the corner of the bed. When she turned around to look he indeed was looking at her from very closely.