I couldn't speak; a definite confirmation. You chuckled again. My discomfort seemed to amuse you. Your dominant personality was as palpable as the til...-covered pillar I collapsed back against. My knees were suddenly weak."What are you doing here?" you questioned, using one finger to raise my chin until I was forced to look into your eyes. The green depths there muddled my thoughts, and I moved my mouth without speaking, like a fish hauled out of water.Finally, I found some words. "I… I'm just. “Yes can I help you?“I’m Jane from the hotel,“Oh I’m so pleased you rang me I would like to thank you for yesterday and if you would like to come over to my studio this week I could show you the pictures we have taken for the brochure and if its ok with you I would like to take some more photos of you to keep in my studio to display my work,“I’m not sure about that what sort of photos are we talking about? What ever you want me to take, anyway see you say Friday,“Ok that fine it’s my day off I. ’ He waved a set of car keys in the air. As Anita hurried out her office after her boss, she realized she forgot to put panties on. She stopped and was about to turn around, when her boss screamed, ‘What are you waiting for?’ Anita took one final look back at her office before grabbing the keys from her boss and heading back out the front door. As the wind blew up her skirt, she kept thinking to herself, ‘I wish I wore pants or a longer skirt.’ Always trying to look sexy and match Jenna, she. And you do have very nice bulges, which are poking out of your underwear, naughty, naughty. I guess talking about your daughters is turning you on as much as it does me to listen. Now your shirts, please. Ahh, very nice. Very masculine gentlemen.”“So?”, asked Allen?“When I was young my father and I used to watch each other masturbate. He would strip and start playing with himself, then I would undress ... he loved when I was wearing pretty much what I’m wearing now ... and then I’d start.