With a wink he took his bag of food and left.Sitting on the toilet in the staff bathroom, next to the break room, I ripped open the letter. Inside was...a photograph and a note. Looking at the photograph, I saw in horror that it was a picture of myself, dress hiked up and panties pulled to the side furiously masturbating. My face was contorted in lust and my entire womanhood was on vulgar display. I had never seen such a blatantly pornographic image in my life, and it was ME! I imagined Jack, my. ??To answer your previous question. You seem to think that I put my life on hold while I was grooming you for your role in my play. Not so my dear! Look at it this way; do you put the kettle on in the morning and then stand there for the next five to ten minutes while it comes to the boil, or do you go about your morning ritual of making toast, getting dressed, reading the paper? It’s the same with this; I didn’t put my life on hold after I put events in motion. I went about my normal. I was standing back up from having bent over to get a spot of paint off of her leg, when she d****d her arms around my shoulder and pulled me in for a kiss. Then she took me by the hand and led me to the spare bed they have in the basement. We sat down and she looked me in the eyes and said, “Are you okay?” I had a lot of emotions running through me, but I was way okay! I leaned toward her to hug her and she dropped into my arms. I can never forget the feel of her skin, or the smell of her. She. With a towering frame of six foot, brown curly hair, and some stubble on his jaw, he had managed to grab not only my attention but that of every other female as well. His confident, cool demeanor was dangerously wicked. How I would have loved to lick his lips, then bite the bottom one, exposing his mouth to me, and have a taste. Then a sensation hit my stomach. This was strange; it was almost like nausea (as humans liked to describe it). It was disorienting and it spread throughout my limbs. I.