Going to my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone's presence.There, lying on my bed in only his vest was Guy. He was masturbating. I was stun...ed. Then he saw me. His expression of shock and then resentment. "Mother ... how could you ... spying on me?" he accused bitterly. "Guy no! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded, stroking his head. "I had no idea you were even home yet ... how could I darling?" Well, you've still made me look foolish." he says putting a warm arm on my bare. My tight black stretch topheld my breasts in place without the benefit of a bra and clearlyoutlined my nipples. The jingle-jangle of my anklet always seemed tocheer me up. I was feeling much better by the time I got to theelevator.10.Ms. Thane sat behind her large glass desk dressed in a red-pantsuit. Hersalt-and-pepper hair was pulled back tightly. She didn't wear any make-up. She was what they called a handsome woman. As head of HumanResources, I knew that she wielded the power of life and. As I sat fixated on her, and wondering what her motives were, I noticed that several of the other women were disappearing also, leaving less than 10 people left in the entire place. Now Staci’s friend was up and moving toward me, it is always seems strange that women of opposites like to hang out together. Staci was short and voluptuous and Melanie was at least 6 foot tall, but had tits and ass to fit her size and again I could feel my cock jump in anticipation. She came up to me smiling,. Maria Sanchez had one piece of advice for every person who ever came to her for advice. Dress for the job you want, not the job you have. It was one of those common sense sayings most successful people knew but needed to be revealed to those wanting to improve themselves. It wasn't just a saying she parrotted, she believed in it.Right now, she was dressed like a rape victim.She was wearing what she believed was the single greatest piece of clothing ever made for the female form. A black.