His eyes automaticly lowered, seeing a chance to save my job, I let my legs slowly open a little at a time. I asked if we could at least talk about me...keeping my job. He said he liked me, and hated to let me go, but, if someone would have seen me, with nude pics he could get in trouble. I told him the pics were not totally nude, and, that he could look for himself. He pretended to think about it for a minute, than agreed to look at them. I slowly got up opening my legs even more, he got a real. My best friend, Louie, found a bunch of skin mags in his father’s dresser and shared them with me. My favorite was a picture book called “Behind the Green Door” that had photos of really nasty stuff interspersed between the pages of the story as it chronicled the exploits that went on behind that door. One Saturday Olga came to clean. Saturday was usually not one of her usual work days but this week she had had a conflict so she showed up that morning. Along with her came Greta, her sixteen. “So…um…” I started nervously. “Oh, right, the stuff.” She hopped off the bed and went down on her hands and knees next to it, reaching underneath. I would have to have been blind not to have seen her ass jutting into the air, staring at me. I could even hear the creaking of her shorts as the fabric stretched. Suddenly I was uncomfortably hot and I could not look away, even as she continued talking. “I still have the sheets I used freshman year. The beds are like, fucked up…” she said in a. Oh! Nice bathroom." Yeah. Jenny's a bit of a water freak, I think. No complaints. Flick the shower on, would you?" Yeah. Ummm... couple of things." Oh, yeah?" She moved closer in front of me then, and turned the shower on, herself. "What are they?" Well, ah, I gotta pee." Oh. You need some privacy for that?" Well, probably not, normally, but you've got me all flustered." Ah. Right. I gotta get some more shampoo. You go for it. Be right back."I managed to do what I needed to, and was washing my.