Of course I was dressed up in a suit since I was also working that day. I recognized the receptionist as being Jody from the night before. I approache... her desk."I would like to speak with Sandi Wilcox," I asked.Jody looked at me with a big smile on her face. "Don't tell me, you're Batman from last night aren't you?" Guilty," I replied.She paged Sandi to the reception area. "You look much better without the Batman suit," said Jody as she smiled.I don't want to brag on myself but I keep myself. "Yeah a bit," she admitted."Where?" I asked somewhat intrigued."Oh a modelled a bit when I was at college," she said off hand, "just to help with my fees." Oh," I responded, I was even more intrigued now and wanted to know more but she seemed reluctant to offer any more information.I didn't push her then but I had these visions in my mind of her posing for some degenerate photographer and doing disgusting things for him. In truth I had no idea what models got up to when they pose but my cock. Her hand came up to touch her nipple and she pressed it inward feeling how hard it was. “Oh my gosh! You’re right. It does harden. It never does that when I wash them.” She continued feeling her left nipple and said. “Check the other one. Make sure it works.”Of course I also wanted to make sure it worked. I used my left hand to cup her other boob and again I gently squeezed and fondled it before moving to tease her nipple into hardness. She didn’t comment on my playing with her tit this. Joan, we have to talk. He took his wifes hand and walked her over to the couch and sat down. Ive been taking money at work and Ive been caught. Joan looked at him in shock. Dennis was an accountant for a man who owned four small bars in town. He had been messing with the books and had redirected almost $5000 to an account he had specially set up that only he had access to. Mr. Webber found out about some money I had skimmed from the company accounts. I only did it because we had some bills.