Again, another gasp as the outline of my bikini top was more than obvious. She stood up and walked over to me and examined me front and back before sl...pping me across the face.“Get the fuck out of my space. You disgust me, you pathetic excuse for a man,” she said.“Can I have the clothes you brought me?” I asked timidly.“Absolutely not! You’re not man enough to wear boy-clothes, so say goodbye to them forever,” she said turning and walking back to her glass of whiskey.I quickly left the room in. ‘Very good,’ said Robert, off camera at that point. ‘Now touch yourself.’ Shelley sat down on the couch, propped up by one of the couch’s arms. Legs spread apart, facing Robert. One of her hands was caressing her breasts. The other was between her legs, with her middle finger exploring her clit, and the area around it and beneath it. There was a fadeout. And then we’re back, and she’s still touching herself. After a few seconds she stops suddenly, and pulls her hand away. ‘I almost came,’. "Wake up sleepy head." The voice was disembodied somehow, it didn't belong in my dream but when I opened my eyes I saw that it was Anne, a smiling Anne and she was wearing only a tee shirt, not a very big on either, I dragged my eyes reluctantly away from her gorgeous little pussy and up to hers, she was smiling."Thank you," she said simply and put my coffee on the bedside table."For what?" For leaving us last night," she said and sounded just like mum when she giggled. "Your mum's a very. If Mad called my office Sheila would tell her that I was in a meeting. That would do for a day or two and then when Mad pushed (if she called at all) Sheila would mention that major changes were occurring in the company, that I was under a lot of pressure and she was sure that I would get back to Madeline as soon as possible. She would stall Mad for three days and on the fourth day tell her that I had walked out and no one knew where I was. I figured three days was enough time to get what I.