After about twenty minutes or so, Britt began to fidget, and was constantly tugging at the upper shoulder strap of her bra. “Is something wrong,...dear,” asked Miss Ames, “you seem to be in great discomfort!?!” “Oh, it’s nothing, really,” replied Britt, “it’s just that these stupid straps practically cut me in half, my shoulders are killing me!!!” Since they were tucked away in Miss Ames’ private office, and the next appointment. A cold, sticky wet finger traced around my arse hole, spreading the jelly around, then he added some more, and I felt his thick finger push inside me and twist, lubricating inside. I could feel a second slimy finger touching the edge below the first, and I pushed back just a little until with some difficulty he pushed that in too, making me gasp. They must have been almost twice the size of my fingers, and he pushed them in as far as he could, and began finger fucking me, letting me relax. Or maybe not.I looked into his eyes and saw him pleading silently for the truth.Knowing I couldn’t give it to him I looked down to my lap and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.”Then I heard him say something that I rarely ever heard him say, “Bullshit. I saw the video. You were looking at him. You must know who was fucking you.” Then he got really angry. “Unless you picked some stranger off the street like some whore. Oh my God my eldest daughter is a whore!”I couldn’t stand due to many mixed. He was fucking her and taking photos at the same time. I left a slit of the door open and took my cock out. I was so horney. I start jerking. Than he saw me. Her co-worker smiled at me and continued fucking her. I guess he thought I was just a guy working in the office. I closed the door and went home. When my wife got home I asked her how her day was. She said it was fantastic. I smiled at her. At dinner I asked questions about her work and co-worker. His name was Nick and he is 64 years old.