She couldn?t be late again.She arrived at the office at 8:32. Her boss, Mr. Reynolds, was waiting for her at the time clock. ?Well, well... Ms. Fields..... late again, I see.? He stood with his arms folded across his chest. ?I think we?ve had this discussion more than once, young lady.? Heather hated how he called her ?young lady?. She batted her long lashes at him and frowning said, ?Yes sir, I know, but I had a real problem this morning... I hurried to get here but the traffic...? He cut her. Would this affect Fife's professional ethics in forwarding the information that I had given him today, I wondered?What else could I do? Did I even have a choice?I simply sighed, started the car to leave the restaurant where I had had lunch with Special Agent Fife, and told myself to wait it. Zach Taylor had vouched for Fife, so I decided that I would simply have to trust him; I had to trust someone, after all.I had no clue as to the legality of my iPhone recording, but it sure did paint a. The other women stuck only their heads out of my bedroom and watched my saunter.All conversation stopped when I entered the room. I struck a model pose, hand on hip, hip back and to one side, one leg bent slightly in front of my son for a minute, twirled slowly for him, then continued my shameless promenade knowing he too was watching my bare ass shake. After I heard him gasp, I toured the room near each tormented cock and extended then pulled my treasure away.As I worked my way around the. I was led back onto the couch, they then turned their attention to each other. Chris knelt on the floor in front of Sharon and began giving her little nips on her belly as his hands massaged her nice round ass. I watched as Chris slowly worked his way down her front and into her bushy patch. Sharon let out a soft moan and had to steady herself she grabbed the back of the couch and placed one foot up on the cushion for support, this also gave Chris much better access. I watched as Chris worked.