She kicked her heels off and lifted her foot up close to my face."Erm... What about your tights, Ma'am?" I puzzled seeing her dark tinted tights."What...about them?" She questioned."Well it's hard to do nails if your feet are covered up..." I bravely stated."God you really are a stupid little girl, aren't you? Take them off you dumb blonde!" She barked.My hands shook as I nervously placed one hand under her calf to hold her leg, and with my other hand I slowly slid it up her grey skirt over her. But it was a beautiful Sunday evening so I thought, why not! I’d been walking for some 15 minutes deep into the forest, when I noticed a 4×4 car and a tent attached to it, I didn’t think too much of it, but as circled around it I could hear some deep groans and aggressive and threatening language, I could hear a woman’s voice screaming … “You dirty bastards, your fucking sending me crazy … don’t shove that barrel’s up my cunt! … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh … you dirty fucking perverts! … Please rotate it. I was the one actually signing in, so I let the pen slip over the counter, and on tip-toe, leaned over the counter to see where it went.My buttoned, loose blouse fell away from my own bra-free tits, allowing Jacques an exclusive view of my right breast, with its rapidly hardening nipple, under his undivided gaze. I smiled eventually, in order to break his trance, and he bent down to get it for me. I stood up again, but was pleased to see that he was still staring at my chest.Young men are so. "It's..." she paused. "Sexy in a kind of way, most guys put on a persona like they are the manliest of men, or they are the ones in charge. It's nice to meet someone who can let his guard down and bring out the inner kid." "Inner," I laughed. "Wait until you see my video game collection. There is no inner kid about me, he's out and about." Again Kathy smiled. Her office was huge. It could fit my whole living room inside, plus the kitchen. "How long have you said you have been working here?".