"Those I could handle," the distressed woman said. "This is my boss." "More women fall in love with their bosses than do with their psychiatrists, Bed...lia prompted. "And this beating binge you'd like to go on, you may well be on the best of all possible tracks." "He insists that I get whole stacks of work out in a hurry and then doesn't sign it. He compliments other women and ignores me. And he gets a far-away look in his eyes sometimes in the middle of dictation. It may be just a word, like. She idly ran her fingers down the girl's chest and squeezed the erect button-like nipple in her fingers and twiddled it, her other arm still around the girl's neck."So, what did you say your name was?" she asked.Maxine didn't get to hear because suddenly she heard the phone ring. Fuck! Who could that be? She was contemplating leaving the phone be, but she thought better of it. Saturday night was on the way, and there might be plans to make, friends to meet, more women to fuck. She slithered out. What kind of hussy am I becoming, but it does feel good. "Here," I tell Mark looking at the camera, "take a picture of my assets," flashing him a peak of my ass."Take these," he says handing us each a sheet with what looked like stickers of spades, clubs, hearts, and diamonds."What are these for?" asked Trish."These are to help identify you in close ups," told Mark. "They are like those fake tattoos you used to get as a kid. Now I need each of you to stick one on their right cheek, right ass. . but he saw enough to want to come back again, and again, and then again. She mainly walked around in her underwear: but once she had taken off her bra, and for a full three seconds he had seen her bare boobs! And like an addictive drug, the more he got, the more he wanted!He wondered whether he could somehow get some pictures. He had a camera in his phone, but it was too dark to take any: besides, with an ordinary camera she would she the flash going off. He saw the light increase as another.