She heard him swallow. ‘To me she is,’ he said. He sighed. ‘Let’s just say we didn’t part friends.’ ‘And you’re still mad at her?’ ...al laughed, a short harsh sound. ‘I’ve never been mad at her. She hurt me, though,’ he answered. ‘Angel? Is that your name? Your real name?’ Heather the lump that was her heart rising in her throat. ‘No, it’s a nickname. Someone I loved gave it to me a long time ago.’ ‘Someone you loved?’ he echoed. ‘A man?’ His voice was so low by now that Heather had to strain. He made a show of looking for the pad until he thought Annie looked away. He quickly grabbed the pad and tore his sheet of notes off and tossed the pad on the desk saying, “Here you go. It was just stuffed in a bottom drawer.”He quickly crumpled the page of notes up in his fist and said, “I’m going to shower.”Annie had seen the whole thing looking into the mirror over the desk. She loved him but decided never to confront him about his chosen profession. She was content to be around there for. "Hold them by the crotch, Tommy, not the waistband." Linda ordered. Ellen snapped a picture and they all paused to watch it develop. "Oh, he looks so cute with that pink baby bonnet on and the panties hanging from his mouth. I'm sure Beverly will love this one! Maybe Marie can put it on the bulletin board at work!" They all laughed and resumed their game of fetch with a now truly miserable Tommy.While Ellen and Tina continued the game, Linda got up and went into the bedroom. She came back with. Her eyes were closed but I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I was staring right at her pussy each time I would part her lips. It seemed at that moment any sort of boundary that might of still been there was gone and we were both at ease with the situation. And then the duologue began."Oh Honey, I know I'm not supposed to be turned on during these massages but your hands just feel so good." And I replied like a schmuck, still trying to sound as professional as possible, "It's completely.