After she left, the manager came back to my office and asked why I would not handle her fund. I explained that I was not comfortable having a business...relationship with someone that I had dated. He wasn’t buying it. He told me that she was not going to use any of the other brokers and had insisted that I handle her fund.I said; “I’ll solve that problem. I will not handle her fund. If you insist, my resignation will be on your desk as soon as I can print it out. I feel that my personal ethics. The computer was opened to my email account, with a new message waiting to be opened.I opened the email, seeing that it was from an address at Miss Vicki's store. Inside there was a video attachment. I opened the attachment to see that it was an edited video of Miss Vicki fucking me, complete with audio of me calling myself a dirty whore, asking her to fuck me harder, moaning like a bitch in heat. The body of the email told me to go to "my" web site. I hesitantly opened the site and typed in. I rode past his house first to see if he was home or not. His house was way up on the hill so I could not see it from the road, but the barn was down by the road. When I rode past I could see someone in the barn so I turned around and stopped just short of his barn. I then jumped the fence and walked up to the barn quiet like. When I got to the door I could see him in the corner doing something. I yelled out to him and he jumped. I then walked in the barn and he came around the corner and. As Sally helped her into the white lace-trimmed bodice, pulled the detachable sleeves onto her arms and fastened a burgundy lace choker around her neck, she started to look like one very sexy pirate lass.To finish it off, Sally got her to sit on the edge of the bed and pull on some black fishnet hold-up stockings and then helped her pull on a pair of knee-high black pirate boots. Bailey looked over to me, for support. “My brother will kill me if he finds out what I’m wearing under this.” She.