Buster glared at her. I stared at them, hoping things would be okay.“Well, somebody slap me silly,” she said, crossing her arms. “I’m supposed...to believe that shit?”“I don’t care what you believe,” he said and pushed past her.“Mrs. Bradley,” I insisted.“Skank,” she said, pointing at me. “I’m telling everyone.” She jabbed the finger in my direction two more times. “Skank.”She turned to leave, calling out to Buster as she hurried up the stairs. “Ain’t done with you neither, you dumb prick!”I. The shower area had six stalls, three on each side of the room. Each stall had two walls about six feet high on either side and a shower curtain at the back. Being as tall as I was, I could see over the stall walls, but just barely, and usually not enough to get a glance at anything worth looking at. I went to the stall on the far left because it had recently been replaced and had the best heat and water pressure. I was told they planned on replacing the others at some point but it had been. "Good because I got your dinner all ready for you" she said as we went into the back room. "Oh Baby, I got a nice hot pie for you" she said as she hopped up on the workbench sitting on the edge with her skirt around her waist and dangling her legs splaying them open she giggled "come and get it". I knelt down and buried my face in between her legs. I knew she had to be as turned on as I was because the crotch of her pantyhose was sopping wet as I tore a hole in it with my teeth. "Oh baby, I. I arrived home, it was breakfast time. I’d been at JB’s all night. A party. It had been a great party, I almost had bowed legs. I’d been fucked by God knows who. I really needed to get a grip of myself, I was doing things that I knew I shouldn’t. A month ago I was an almost happily married mother of two teenagers. Now one of those teenagers was taking dirty picture of me, filming me, with his mates as I masturbated. He sold the pictures, they were on the web, so were some of the films. If that.