So my husband and I finally talked him into coming here, were we got a motel room. So the evening when he arrived we went to a club and had few drinks... and chat about our day and really small talk. So luckily the Motel was across the parking lot, so after awhile, we made are way over. When we got in I wanted to take a shower, so he helped me get undress as he also did. He wanted to join me in shower, so we're in shower and my husband also naked is video taping him and me in shower, (his name is. It's not so bad." Yes it is, I thought."Stand up, Jim," she said. He looked up at her but didn't move. "Stand up!" more insistent this time. He reluctantly stood up, still holding his clothes to cover himself. "Bit late for modesty now isn't it?" she laughed, "let's see what you got then, drop your clothes." He paused for a second, his eyes widening in surprise at this, then did as she asked and was standing naked in front of her, looking a bit self conscious, his cock soft and limp. Stepping. "But... as your friend, I'm not so impressed."But..." Tony, shut up and listen for once."I listened."There is a name for what you did. It's called ambush journalism." But..." we said together."QUIET! Ambush journalism is very popular. All the tabloid shows use it. But a journalist, a real journalist, balances the story. You got your facts, as I said. Your research was excellent. But did you even consider giving Mr. Parker a chance to respond? Did you even try to get a comment from me or Mr.. I knew that I would soon see Miss Jane again and in addition I could enjoy watching Nancy (there was a nameplate on her desk) moving around. I got occasional glimpses of her nipples in that sexy jacket, as well as being able to almost see under that tiny skirt whenever she stood up or sat down. She didn’t even look at me. She just carried on working. I’m not totally sure how long I knelt there. I would guess about an hour or more. I know my knees were getting tired and I would have done.