"I would say it's almost finished," Shelly said. "But come in here and you can see what we do. We record all of our chat sessions, open and closed. Me...bers can still see them even if they're working or something. It's why we use higher-quality cameras to stream them."Mary, of course, had a computer still in her room. It took only 30 seconds for Shelly to retrieve it and to point the browsers toward "Sweet Things." The "Chat In Progress!" bar was still flashing, so Shelly clicked on it. Rebecca. Still facing away I slide my open blouse off my shoulders and slip off the bra. Lowering my skirt I stand there in just my shoes, and turn towards the desk. My eyes fly to your eyes, trapped in your gaze my eyes widen as I move forwards to stand on the cross on the floor, one foot on either end of it, spread wide, my hands on the back of my neck under my hair. Having watched me into position in silence you bend once more to your work, I am left standing ignored, disregarded, I feel a small. "Hey, sorry! So, Brian wants to come hang out at my apartment. His friends drove him, and I told him you drove me. Would you mind if you drove him back as well?" she asked me. She placed her hand on my thigh and leaned in when she told me. She had a slight look of pity on her face.I couldn't believe it. She was going to take back some random guy she just met and probably fuck him, and she was going to have me drive them to her place. My jealousy seemed to reach its peak, but all of a sudden, my. ”(a few hours later I pull up to her apartment complex and notice that her father’s car isn’t there which surprises me at first. Shortly afterwards I promptly knock on the door and she answers it in nothing but a T-shirt and skimpy shorts)“Does your father know your wearing that?” I stuttered out“I’m going to change but come in I’d like to talk to you.” Said Caroline“speaking of which, where is your father?” I asked“He went out for the night and said we could stay here. I told him you could.