"Josh? What are you doing?"I began to stroke my cock under my boxers. I wasn't sure if she could actually see my hand and where it was, but I was dete...mined.Then it happened."What do you want me to do?"I pulled my hand out and leaned to the laptop and typed, Just sit there."Sit where? How? It's not like I do this all the time you know!"I licked my lips. This was really happening.Just sit back in the chair, I typed.Is my camera on?I laughed. "Yeah. It has been."So you've been able to see me this. I... I... suppose so, there doesn’t appear to be any other customers here at the moment. Elizabeth can handle the register for me. Ahh… please come this way. Uhh?... all three of you?” He led them down a narrow hallway at the rear of the store. The three doors read: Men, Women, and Employees Only. He unlocked the third door with a key attached to his belt and let them in. The room was small, with a tiny roll-top desk, a small table with a computer and oversized flat panel display, a shelf. It's that simple. This is the big one and it's for SJ6: the department, the whole caboodle. It's all or nothing. Do you understand, Mr. Pendrill?"Howard swallowed hard, and he straightened and stiffened his back. "Yes," he asserted cautiously, confused: still studying Cecily's nipples and wondering how they could have swollen to such an enormous size. They were turgid and bulbous and still growing.Was it because they'd been transplanted from that Egyptian woman - an incompatibility, perhaps, in. "Your pussy is wet. That must mean you're a dirty, little girl. Is that what it means? Are you a dirty, little girl?" No, ma'am," I assured her. "I'm not dirty."She just snorted at that. "I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"She pulled her hand out of the glove and then she pushed her hand back down inside my panties. I could feel her hand as it stroked my bottom and then she was sliding her hand back down between my legs. I could feel her finger stroking my pussy and then she.