It was the best part of the interview. Mary soapy hands reached down, massaging my ass, a throaty purr came from her lips. “Have I told you how grea... your butt's looking, Mark?” Mary asked. “Hmm, it's so firm and tight now.” “Well, I'm glad all the jogging's paying off,” I answered. Mary laughed. “I know the real reason you go jogging, I've fucked all those sluts, too!” I turned to face her. Mary's heart-shaped face was dominated by her beautiful smile, cute dimples appearing on her freckled. He had been the butt of jokes and rumors both started and perpetuated by her more times than he liked to remember. The expression she wore now told him that she was hungry for a tidbit she could throw into the office gossip circle. ‘How are you feeling Oscar?’ she asked, looking almost sincere. ‘Okay I guess,’ he said. He averted his eyes from her and stared at the floor between them. He could never look her, or any other attractive woman, in the eye for very long. ‘I heard you had an accident. " Morton started tospeak but before being interrupted by Vanessa/M. "Yeah its partiallyto cover up my injuries and burns, I still sometimes feel a lingeringache from them-every once in a while I put on a special lotion for somerelief. Another reason is to enhance my own senses because there werebasically fried from overload of that traumatic situation. Withoutthem, I am merely a shadow of a human being, wearing the skin ofothers to play at being human" she finished off with a tch sound."So I. " I felt my palms get sweaty with just the thought of having an audience of nosey people watching this lady have a stranger pierce her private parts. I stopped massaging your foot as my imagination took on the scene of men leering at my spread pussy lips, or worse, at my pointed breasts as the employee teased them to attention before taking the needle to each one.I felt myself falling backward, the effect of you placing your bare foot to my face and pushing against it. "Pay attention, slut..