As she confessed this particular offence, Fiona pointed at the scene of the crime, and I could see her uncle's eyes follow her pointing finger. I coul...n't help it. I had to zoom in on her near-bare pussy to confirm that the shaving had indeed taken place. There was a moment of complete silence when only the purring of the video camera could be heard.When Fiona had finished her confession, her uncle gave her a sermon about why her behaviour was unacceptable and needed to improve. Fiona promised. She was a mess, and didn't have time to go home, clean up, and make it back to the Marriot. She decided to get what she needed at the mall, and clean up there.She entered Victoria's Secret. She was immediately approached by a heavy set, dark haired woman. Her name tag identified her as the manager. She looked like a dyke, and Jen's suspicions were confirmed when the manager caressed her arm and said, "Can I help you with anything?" No, thank you. I need a bra and some other things, but I think. Every conversation would start out professional then turn to sex once our work was done. More and more often I was shutting the door to my office so I could stroke my cock through my pants. He would do the same. One time he even removed his cock from the confines of his jeans and beat off under his desk. About twice a year a meeting was held in Toronto to review growth and revenue potentials. Scott and I were talking when he asked if I was headed up there and I admitted that was the case. It. "Oh yes, Mr. Ma'Bill, and please give my kind regards to Mr. Oscar."Ma'Bill went to a quiet room.How did she know about the Rhino TV hypnotic effect on women? Had she learned that from him?Was he careless that day in the Rhino Store? Would she expose the 'game' the black executives had all had been 'playing with' white wives, some white girlfriends and especially most of all their teenage white female employees? Especially the lovely young white girls they employed in the Rhino Gentleman's Club.