I've been dying to fuck her since we hired her about 3 years ago. Another thing, she has PERFECT feet. The kind of feet that make you snap candid cell...phone pictures of them when she wears sandals or open toed shoes to the office. It's one of my biggest turn-ons about her. I've fantasized numerous times about getting a long, slow footjob from her and blasting a load all over her feet.After she left it was just me in the office. I made my way back to the workout room, passing her desk on my way.. "I'll do what you want. But I'll only touch it, nothing else."I didn't say anything, I just walked back and unzipped again. My cock was still rock hard. She stared at it. "Touch it," I said.Slowly, she reached out and put her hand around my shaft. I gasped at her touch. She held me like that, and then let go."Happy?" she asked."Almost," I replied. "Do that again." I said.She grabbed me again, and I put my hand on hers and started moving it up and down. She got the hint and took over. It felt. I wasn’t used to being laughed at while threatening someone. ‘Never happen. First amendment. It doesn’t matter anyway. They all got some good ones, too.’ I half turned and damned if there weren’t two more people across the street in a car with a camera snapping away. What in the hell was going on? The sound of a car door slamming brought my attention back to that first guy. He was starting up a beat up Pontiac Firebird and was in motion before I could decide what to do about him. Behind me,. ."Ok Mark, let's start first by you stating your name, age, health and the date if you wouldn't mind," Helen said."Mark Carter, age nineteen and I'm in good health. Oh, and it's Wednesday, September 12," Mark said louder for the small recorder now running."For the record I'm Helen Short a licensed hypnotheropist beginning session one with Mark Carter. My assistant Susan Turner is also in the room. Mark has signed our release form and has been given a copy. It is nine o'clock in the AM," Helen.