I had to do what he said. "Please, I'll do what you want. Please don't put them on the internet." She begged. Maybe if I show him and tease him then I can grab all the pictures. Maybe he doesn't have copies. Maybe. I undid the buttons. My hands were still shaking. I wished I had worn panties with my stockings, but I hadn't done the damn laundry. I can't believe I shaved last night. He's going to see everything.

Her sheer push up bra did nothing to hid her bullet pointed nipples. Her cunt lips were starting to swell. This was something Michael would make her do, but it would have been at the house not in a public place. God, please don't let me be excited for him. All she could think about was when Micheal made her do this and how wet and wanting it had made her.

Her boss took the pictures, opened a drawer, placed them inside and locked it. Fuck. How am I going to get them back. This can't be happening to me.