She returned my shy smile and walked in. So relaxed and casual had been the wrong call. She was in boots, partly covered by a black calf length skirt,...a crisp white blouse topped by a bolero shrug. Formal and classical. She parked her pull along case beside the wardrobe and hesitated. A thread of fear ran through my gut, if I hesitated too the moment may be lost. I walked behind her and placed my hands gently on her waist, applying a subtle pressure to turn her around. She responded, dropping. “Now I do your feet.”She got up, removing her feet from my face at last, and letting my arms free. I curled up trying to comfort myself. She sat on my calves, holding my thighs between her legs, feet pointing up, and took off my socks. The entire process was torturous knowing that I was going to be tickled for five more minutes. I knew it was hopeless, but I begged Fiona to spare me, just as I had begged my tormentors before. I had learned I couldn’t afford to be proud. But just as it usually. This really got my juices flowing but even more so when I wondered if the VHS was still in the player. I sprinted through to their bedroom to check and sure enough, the porno video was still in there so I grabbed it and did a quick check of the house to make sure I was still home alone. I knew dad had a massive collection of VHS in the loft but hadn't been brave enough to watch any, until now. It's amazing what lengths you will go to for an orgasm when you're horny as fuck. I slipped the video. ”Jasmine looked down as she nodded, “Especially after what happened to Pam and Rachel.”All people in the conference room expressed their consent with the tall woman and Jeanette’s face showed the grief she felt for the loss of Rachel but then she looked up and responded, “We all know what has happened was unacceptable and each of you made the conscious decision to leave the GIS.”As she looked around the table she knew she had their full attention so she continued, “In the last few weeks there.