" As she was talking, the woman felt her boss' hands stroking her back slowly and gently, almost like a massage. She worked her hands into her tired m...scles, kneeding and stroking. It was so bizarre, she stopped fighting and just lay there across the desk, unsure of how to respond. "That's right. I think it's time to get started." And the woman heard the sound of a pair of scissors snipping at something. It was the last thing she expected and it terrified her. But she never felt them touch her. Anjali: Why don’t you take off those boxers and show me that hot cock, babe.I pulled my pants off and stroked my cock gently as it rose.Anjali: Oof! That looks good! Now I really do wanna touch myself.Anjali walked off camera and dimmed the lights just a bit. She walked back into the room carrying a bag and pretending that she just got home. She sat in front of the cam and looked into the camera blankly as she exhaled.She looked away as she slowly started touching her neck. Her other hand. The room was empty. Quickly she crossed to the connecting door leading to the adjoining bedroom. Midge was sitting on the bed, her head so low that it was nearly resting on her tits. She wore the top of a see-through nightgown and nothing beneath it."What's the matter with you?" Lucille asked."He wants me to come to his room after everyone else has gone to bed," Midge replied, not lifting her head."Who does?" "He says he does... Stuart." "How do you know that? He didn't say ten words to you all. At last his ultimate morph could be created. A new company he had found on the web called Real Life Pictures gave him what he needed to have. For $200 he would get two pictures on a CD-ROM with a resolution of 2 Million by 1.5 Million, that was more than he needed but they also would provide pictures from their personal archive for free which seemed odd but why question it. He sent the negative of himself standing in a normal full frontal pose; he was too embarrassed to send a nude photo so.