Did she see me? Was she watching? I’m fired. Then the phone rang. I am so fucking fired. “Miss Fingerdoo,” said Goodhead’s voice. “Would you...come into my office please. Now, please. Thank you.” Wilma smoothed her skirt down and heart pounding in her chest she entered Goodhead’s office.“Are you all right, Miss Fingerdoo?” asked Goodhead, now sat at her desk. “I….I’m fine, Miss Goodhead,” stammered Fingerdoo. “Is there something you need?” “Yes Miss Fingerdoo there is, something I need,” smiled. “Here,” handing the camera to me, “take some shots of me stripping down.” I knelt on the towel and took pics of my sexy man stripping off his clothes. After it all came off, I focused the lens on his cock which was rock hard and pointing straight at me. That was my tipping point, and I simply reached out and helped myself. My fingers wrapped around my husband’s familiar shaft. Greg looked down at the way my arm looked as I leaned over and reached out to touch him. “Give me the camera,” he said. Geez, what a surprise! I’m not dumb or overly shy, just not the best looking guy on the planet. I graduated in the top five percent of my class in college. I hold a masters degree in Accounting and a bachelors degree in Business Management. I work for the IRS (Internal Revenue Service), so I don’t have a lot of close friends. Everyone thinks I’m after them, which is not true. I live at home and take care of my mother. My father passed away a few years ago. I know it makes me sound like a. It must have been Nikki's influence, of that Kimmy was positive.And now...Now Kimmy had no one left to talk with, no one to help her work through this morass of confusion that was darkening her soul. Her parents had divorced when she was five, and during the week her mother trotted the globe for Centrodyne Inc., a local high-tech firm. Kimmy couldn't talk to her mother about this anyway, even on the weekends when she was home. Mrs. Masterson didn't know about Sam, didn't know that he and Kimmy.