It was almost becoming an addiction. I would always wear thigh high hose or pantyhose under a pair of jeans with no socks and a pair of boat shoes or ...reppies as we used to call them. I was really getting into taking my jeans down and showing a guy what I had on and then having him shove his cock in my mouth. But because of being in a theater I would rarely take my jeans all the way off. Even if I was in an video booth at this place I wouldn't because they had removed the doors from the booths. Well I um..." He looked up into my eyes, holding my hand within his, and waiting for me to respond. "I was closing the door to my mom’s van and my thumb and index got caught. It isn't that big of a deal." "Really; looks painful Annie.” He never really called me that, and when he did it sent shivers up my spine. I let out a shallow breathe as he pulled me into a hug. I didn't know how to react, so I kept telling myself it was like hugging a brother and I ended up with my arms around him. I. Having heard that, I readily agreed. My very first day "at work" would be bright and early the next day. The first order of business was mowing the lawn, but at least they had one of those mowers you could ride on, and that was something to look forward to all by itself. The second major thing would be to clean out the leaves and garbage that had fallen into the pool over the past few months.I showed up at her place bright and early the next morning. I preferred working in the yard early. She had seen him several times and been introduced when she started work. He was a handsome and tall man in his late forties with silver gray hair and penetrating blue eyes. Although Jenny had only met him briefly, she remembered how his presence had energized the room. Everyone at the agency seemed to like him.The following day, Jenny arrived at work wearing her most professional suit. It was a black pin-stripped suit with a modestly tight skirt and tapered jacket. She wore a powder blue.