” Sheila picked up the file and scanned it for a moment before putting it away in the blue cabinet. “Ask me if you can’t figure out where it bel...ngs.”My Boss was an information Nazi. She tracked every aspect of life at Liberty Mountain. It was as if she was the brain of a living thing where data and paperwork were the central nervous system. My job was to sort through the debris field of previously chewed data and file it away for future reference. I was in the seventh circle of Hell. The. Tits showing hardened nipples, their aureole crinkled with desire. Smooth flat stomachs on a reclining semi-nude housewife. I imagine the scenario of the picture taking. How long before the photographer too was nude? How long before the camera's gaze was replaced by a questing finger or tongue? What was on the models mind? Was she imagining only the arousal caused in the cameraman or was she projecting her lust to the future when thousands would do as I'm doing now and begin to stroke their. Much as I’m glad she’s having a good time, somehow it don’t seem right, me sitting here listening to it.” “That’s fine, Thelma. What should I tell Lee?” Thelma looked at Ashley. “Whachoo gonna do, gerrrulll?” she asked, smiling and stressing her black Southern accent. Ashley looked at Max. “As long as it’s with your permission, I’ll fuck that cock every chance I get. Your were right about Don. I hardly know he’s there, and by the time I do recognize it, he’s ready to pull out. He’s not only a. "Did she say you could touch her?" he challenged. He turned towards me, but he still didn't meet my gaze."She didn't ask me to stop," I replied. I knew I was pushing the rules, but I wanted -- no, needed -- to know if I was right. Some things can't be negotiated up front. I made my play. "You want me to do this, though. Don't you, Mark?"His eyes jerked up to my face then. I cocked an eybrow, and looked him in the eyes. I kept petting his wife's neck as something warred behind his eyes. His gaze.