No more walking the floor for me. Most of my days, I usually sat in my office, going over spreadsheets or orders. It was a cakewalk compared to the ot...her jobs I had worked. My boss was a large, balding man that had no clue what I did. All he knew was that I made the schedules, people left him alone, and everything ran like clockwork.My three assistants were grateful to have me on board. They told me horror stories about their previous boss. I made it clear from day one that I didn’t tolerate. She chattered and giggled with one of the nearby flute-players. She was cute in that pixie way, where Arie had more of a solid, earthy charm to her. (And where Meredith Levine, some other part of my mind whispered, looks like an angel. Ow, Sajel, what was that for?)"What about her," I asked.Arie gave me an unreadable look and then said, "Never mind." Uh," I said. "Okay."Rehearsal was pretty straightforward; we had our stuff down pat. Mr. Gunderson and Mrs. Bickson were very pleased with our. I was constantly touching my dick with all the excitement. I then received some hot pics of women only in a bra.I felt so horny by the taboo nature of this new game between us that I got carried away by the sexual high I felt. I asked her, “If you don’t mind, some naked Boobs now,” and just crossed my fingers and prayed for my luck to work and she doesn’t get offended.This time, I also straight away wrote the word BOOBS. I waited for around five minutes in a little nervousness and then received. He was a normal, geeky kid growing up in Middle America Suburbia. He had a crush on a quiet girl who was quirky and wore baggy clothes.He came to discover that she and her mother and sister make their living doing web cams and private shows. This story will feature a lot of exposition and details about those fetish web cams. So you should probably not read if any of that might offend you.I include this small catch up below in case you are starting after the prologue (not recommended) but for.