Not bothering with her seat belt, she panted slightly from her earlier activities and tossed her phone onto the seat beside her, still feeling the gus...ing between her legs, which was no help due to the newest photo of her girlfriend blaring on her phone screen. Before her mind even registered that this probably wasn't a good idea, she was already driving down the road. It was only a thirty minute drive to Taeria's work, although that could be debated; Tiffany was already going well over the. Our friend had told me that the manager of this little company fancied himself as a lady’s man, and if I wore the right type of clothes, the job would probably be mine. He had a little office just off the M61, about 18 miles from where we live and the interview was to take place there. My husband persuaded me (against my better judgement), to dress as a slutty secretary, for the interview. I arrived at the office in good time, thinking that others might be there, but I was all alone. He. So, I’m taking back the control. He was supposed to pick me up at 5, but here I am at 3:00, sitting in my convertible right next to the tennis courts where he’s practicing. He doesn’t see me yet, but he will in a minute. Right now I’m enjoying watching him practice his serve. His body is pure poetry, I could look at him all night, but I need to knock him off balance to make myself feel better. Taking a deep breath, I get out of the car and walk around to the hood. I hop up on it and recline. . curious ... to see what your tits looked like."Nena started to softly cry again; her hands in her lap clenched tight, her eyes shut, little rivulets of tears rolling down her cheeks.Mark reached up to move her hair away from her eyes. Nena flinched. "Please show us show us your tits Nena," Mark asked in an odd detached way. "Take off you top and show us your tits."Nena sat motionless, petrified with what was about to take place. She had never disrobed in front of a man let alone a group of.