“Alex, I know we should have told you about these leadership things. But you can call it jealousy, we as women didn’t want to share you any more t...an we had to. Plus we thought the women would get jealous because they couldn’t have you very often. And we also thought the men would be jealous if they saw how their women reacted to them after being with you. Alex, its maybe something a leader is expected to do, but it has ruined camps when a few women lost their minds, wanting to stay with the. It seemed appropriate.“Come on in,” Jess said, standing aside.Jess sat down on the couch, leaving a space between myself and her. She patted the empty cushion. “Have a seat. Let’s talk,” she said.Emma did, plopping herself down on the couch.“So ... what did you say to him?” Jess asked, eyebrow raised.Emma sighed. “I told him we should just be friends.”Jess raised her hands in triumph. “That’s my girl! Screw him! Wait, I mean, don’t screw him!”Emma laughed. “It was tough, but afterward I knew. I go into the waiting room and call you in. You look hotter than ever. You follow me into the back of the office. I make sure that I walk extra slow and sexy so that you can get a good look at my ass through the tight white uniform that I am wearing. We go into the examining room and I tell you to have a seat. I sit down at the desk and cross my legs. The bottom of my dress falls open as I do, revealing my garter belt and stockings. I take the pencil out of my long red hair and it falls down. "He laughed. How bizarre! How cute! "You don't need any spares," he teased, and he ripped the black nylon down the lower part of her leg towards her foot, doing so to annoy her, to tease her, and then he did the same with the other leg, and soon there was nothing left of the stockings except what looked like socks and unrecognizable fragments that were ruined, and all that protected Cecily's modesty was a tiny red thong.Howard grabbed the sock like garments and tugged them from her feet,.