"It can't be!"Jack followed her and tried to speak, but no words came."Hi Mommy Brooke," Ronni said tentatively. "I hope you're not mad about my littl... surprise." Ronni ... how could you?" Brooke said softly. "How could you do this? How could you do it to Emily?" It's not her fault, Mom," Emily interjected. "She didn't make me do anything." Then why on earth are you here, young lady?" Jack said, finally and just barely finding his voice."She read my emails," Ronni said. "On your computers.". I told him that I had been working with Donna for a couple years anddidn't mention my recent physical make-over, but did say that aside fromthose tighter skirts, higher heels, more makeup and the heavier perfumethe job was much the same.I almost said something about being quasi-abducted and re-fashioned intoa "real" secretary but I didn't, because he was a powerful man and Ididn't want to risk angering him. At least not on my first day! But hecontinued excitedly as he came out from behind his. Slightly frustrated by your unreasonable limitations for viewing pleasure, you lean back on your elbows and examine your own body for a moment. The sun is hot and your skin is soaking it in. You notice how your breasts lie firmly under your bikini top almost reaching toward the sun and asking to be seen by all who pass. Your bottoms are thin and tied at the side easily revealing your flat belly and shimmering, tight stems. You suddenly feel exposed and have the urge to cover yourself. As. She is a little embarrassed in case anyone saw what I was doing. But since her skirt was not very short, she thought that probably no one would notice. She edged closer to my chair. This encouraged me, so I start slowly to move my hand further up her leg. This is very exciting to her, to be talking to three or four men while I'm starting to play with her. It seems like an eternity, though, before my hand got close to her pussy. By that time, she is very wet. And as she said, she isn't wearing.