The former living room is where we entertain clients. most offices are on the second and third floors. On Friday at about 4:00 people started departin... for the weekend. Mr. Anderson asked if anyone would stay and help him finish a project and lock-up. I quickly volunteered. Some of the other woman smiled at how quickly I spoke-up. I wonder how many of them (they are all very attractive) he has played around with after hours. As soon as the last person was out the door, Mr. Anderson came up. Whilst I knew what these things were, I had no idea where they actually were. Using a mirror and trying to compare these parts with the rubbish picture in that book, I had proceeded only to gross myself out, and I decided it didn’t matter where these things were, as I was unlikely ever to use them. But you want to know about the fingering, don’t you? Alright, back to the matter in hand (arf arf)… Lying on my back, staring at the moon which cast its pearly light down on me (certain writers. I had also managed to wiggle down my jeans so she could get her hand around my cock better. She was rubbing her crotch on my leg while she was stroking my cock which was still inside my underwear. I knew I was not going to make it any longer and I began to shoot my load. She kept stroking my shaft as I kept pumping out cum over the top of my underwear onto my chest and into my underwear. At first she did not realize what was happening so I thought well, my underwear was already soaked from the. "You wanted proof? Develop it yourself!" she said, handing over her film cartridge.The editor sighed and called for his photo lab to develop the shots. The were delivered back up to him in less than an hour. He opened the envelope and flipped through the shots."Cute. I'm not amused. You might take your own advice. Now get out." he told Gale, tossing the pictures to her.She quickly flipped through the shots. All were featureless blobs looking like pictures of clouds. Except one shot. It had.