Cinnamon stood immediately. I like that. There is no reason a person who greets you in an office should stay seated behind a desk while you are standi...g in front of them. Cinnamon is more than a receptionist but being my receptionist is one of her jobs. I want people who come into my office to be welcomed, not feel like they just got to the principal’s desk at school.“Good morning,” Cinnamon said. She paused and I thought she’d seen through me but she continued on. “How may we help you this. The previous outfits had been sexy with lots of bare skin but with the best bits covered. She had given me a hardon, and I had to continually adjust my cock within my baggy shorts to stop it being noticed.The problem was that she had caught me a few times adjusting my cock.She smiled at me every time, and that made my cock even harder.This posing outfit left nothing to the imagination. Under a transparent film of lacy material I could see her beautiful big tits and their hard dark nipples.. "What to do?" I wondered at the moment. This was an opportunity for blackmail (pardon the pun). But first I carefully copied the tape onto DVD, editing the file down to the main action. I preserved the tape itself as extra evidence. Then I sat down and watched the tape from the beginning.It started out in their backyard. Was it the Fourth of July, Labor Day? I could not tell. They were having some sort of barbecue. It was Ann, and Ed, and some of their friends including four black guys I did. She faced them again.'What do we want to see if he confesses to masturbation!?'Again the women chanted in unison, some already rubbing their pussies excitedly.'We want to see him hang!!!!' His cock tingled and pulsed under his belly, close to shooting already as the crowd descended into a tumult of jeers and applause once more.He was swiftly gagged with a pair of soiled panties in order that he would give a good show before he confessed, and confess he would. The two smiled and cut the air with.