If he were closer to my size he’d be the spitting image of my best friend Eric. For a moment I still thought somehow that it was Eric. That my frien... had somehow made it down to catch my victory but that thought would be pushed aside soon enough. I didn’t see his club like fist coming at me until after it had collided with my jaw and spun me around face first against the brick wall. I don’t think I would have moved again that night if I didn’t have to, it hurt too much just to think. ‘Eric?’ I. I was sure this was no coincidence, and that she had in fact waited until I'd been done smelling her ass before starting back up. That only meant that she knew and even desired me smelling her foul stench. Yes!!Getting done with that exercise, I moved her on to a rear deltoid movement that I knew would give me excellent access to her ass for more of my sniffing pleasure. I directed her to lay flat out on her stomach on the bench with her legs d****d over the sides. I handed her a couple of two. I held my head up as I returned to my desk but who did I think I was kidding. They all had a copy of my video and I was virtually topless in the office. I have firm round breasts and my nipples were like rocks, a result partly of the embarrassment and partly of being turned on by my vulnerability. The guys couldn’t take their eyes of my exposed tits. No one was working now; they were all looking at me or playing their screensavers. After a few minutes Steve emerged from Andrew’s office and. ‘I’m sorry baby. Tell you what, you finish getting ready for bed and I’ll massage your back for you. How does that sound?’ ‘That sounds great princess.’ ‘Alright then.’ I lightly kissed his shoulder, then walked over to the dresser to fish out a pair of underwear, nothing too fancy, somewhere between period panties and honeymoon lingerie. He pulled out his usual nightclothes: a pair of boxers. In winter he wears a tank top in addition to the boxers, but it being the middle of summer, he wore.