How did you get these? These are private. I was so embarrased. How did he find these? Michael promised me never to show them to anyone. He promised. I had never let anyone take pictures of me before. Then Micheal came along.

God, he had made me feel so sexy and hot and well, wet. Somehow he knew. He knew that I needed him to do those things to me. I had the hotest, most gratifing, mind blowing sex with him. I trusted him. I trusted him and he broke my trust. How could he do that? I couldn't have done that with anyone else. He made me feel so alive and electric all tied up like that. Does my boss have that picture? I had never felt more free than when Michael tied me tight, teased me and then took what he wanted hard.

Two buttons? My mind suddenly snapped back to the present. I felt my face grow red and flush. This was not what I had in mind to do with my communications degree. Michael was the one who encouraged me in that too.

I tried to keep my voice steady when I said "I'm not on camera now. I don't think the men in the survey can see me now." I was trying to put on a brave face, but I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. "What are you going to do with those pictures? I want them back." I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I could feel my nipples, hard as stones, poking through my shirt. "I don't know how you got them, but they are private and they are mine." I put my shaking hand out hoping he would place the envelope in my hand.

It wasn't cold in the room. Why were my nipples hard. Why was I feeling that anticipation in my thighs and in other places? This was wrong. What he was planning to do whatever it was, was going to be wrong.