A shudder runs down her spine, directly to her pulsing clit. Cass feels the dampening of her folds. She shyly turns and replaces the jug of cool water...into the fridge.Eric notices her empty refrigerator, as he follows her back to the living room. He waits for her to sit again, then takes a seat. “Now Miss Mumford, you seem to be behind on the rent, and I don’t think $5 hand jobs to Mack are going to cover it.”Cass blushes crimson. “But I….” She starts to say but is cut off sharply.“No buts Miss. Have you ever had exposed yourself for examination before? To someone that was not a doctor. You are going to have to help me. I want you to pull your pants down to right below the bottom of your cheeks. Leave your panties where they are. We will get to them shortly." Michael had arranged some mirrors, so Violet could see her reflection. Not only her front, but also backwards so she could see what Michael was doing behind her. "Yes, look into the mirrors, I want you always watching what I am. The Thanksgiving Day Times had a front page picture of the fire that resulted from the explosions at the trucking company, the warehouse, and dock area. In the inside of the paper was a picture of the fire and thick black smoke that came from the burning trucks in the garbage company's parking lot. The article was sketchy as they didn't have much time before the paper went to press and the night photos didn't show much. It amazed me the Times could get the paper to me the same day it went to. My desire had already been killed by the scare and without her unknowing presence I couldn’t have finished anyway. As I put my cock away it didn’t concern me overly much. I knew that next Saturday night my vocal lover and I would again be together. If only she knew she was that to me. At a second flash of lightning, not as close but still far too close, I rushed from the hammock to go close my own windows. Once inside the house I was a rat in a maze, going from corner to corner, closing.