" So does that mean I get to go into the fitting rooms with you too?"I looked at him with a smirk, "what are you fifteen? If your good maybeI will giv... you another show." At which point I turned toward him,pushed my breasts together and shook them a little, smiling at him andthen walking to the dresser. I knew I had some sweat pants in the bottomdrawer that were a bit too tight for my old body. I grabbed them andstepped into them, and then pulled out a tee shirt and pulled it on. Itwas a bit. This was probably going to be the hardest part of the day. ‘Vanessa I’m sorry but you’re going to have to leave. I’ll give you some time to pack up your stuff.’ ‘Carson? What do y’all mean sweetie? If your still mad about what happened I truly am sorry honey. It was jus’ business, I never wanted to hurt you.’ I sighed and shook my head, ‘I’m not mad Van’. Hurt and disappointed yes, but the anger’s long gone. I’ve already got a great Marketing VP Vanessa. I just really can’t have you around. I’m. ”“Well, try not to do that.”“Yeah. I was just thinking.”“There is another more sensuous game called Guess That Pussy.”“Really?”“Yep. We are blindfolded and the girls bend over and we fuck them from behind for ten seconds and try to guess whose pussy it is. Then the girls switch and we do it again.”“Oh fuck! So, I’d get to fuck Sandy for ten seconds!”“Yep. And I’d fuck Wanda for ten seconds. The challenge is to guess which is which.”“Who cares about the challenge? I’d get to fuck Sandy for ten. Nor how easily manipulated I could be either......I would soon find out.It was just a couple of days after I posted the picture that I received a few emails. They were are quite flattering and some sent pictures of their cocks to me in turn. I found them erotic and enjoyed the graphic nature on how they would fuck me. I masturbated often to those and imagined being bent over and having them fuck me over and over. I wrote back and the role-playing online began. One guy, in particular, was very.