haven't read this either......just liked the title
Barry and Joyce had just gotten back from their Caribbean vacation. The vacation had been expensive but the experience had been outstanding. Barry couldn't wait to tell the guys at work about their trip and share their pictures. It had been like heaven on earth and they'd been sorry to see it end, but now that he was back, Barry hoped there would be lots of overtime to help pay off the damage to his credit card.
Looking through their pictures even the other guys at work who had done some travelling of their own had to admit that the vacation Barry and Joyce just completed had looked great.
Rashawd, who was the new Operations Manager and Barry's boss, sat down with them at lunch. Barry was surprised and encouraged when Rashawd glanced at the stack of photos sitting in front of Barry and after Barry told him that they were from the recent vacation he and his wife had taken, Rashawd said he would love to see them but he was too busy right then but asked Barry to bring them by his office later that afternoon.
Barry was relieved and pleased to hear him say that and it made him feel good to finally have something to share with him. Rashawd had a reputation for being a real hard ass, and Barry never felt he never had the opportunity to develop any rapport with the new black boss and even though Rashawd was not well liked by most of the other guys in the office, Barry couldn't help but think that it was partly because he was black and partly because he was brought in from the outside and did not come out of the ranks of the men that were already working there, but Barry understood that getting along with Rashawd was important as far as his future and job security was concerned.
It was nearly quitting time when Rashawd called him in his office. "If you've got a couple of minutes I'd like to hear about your vacation and look at your pictures since it sounds like something I might like to do myself some time."
Barry was more than eager to extol the experience. The pictures showed what a great hotel they'd stayed at, a perfect location with outstanding amenities. Both he and Joyce looked healthy, tanned and relaxed. Barry told Rashawd that wherever they went, the staff and the other guests treated them well, although Barry had no delusions and knew that it was his gorgeous wife that was attracting all of the attention. They'd been married just three years and she was a real beauty that never failed to turn heads. On the beach in her skimpy bathing suit, her lovely figure was all there to be appreciated and Barry was justifiably proud to have such a pretty wife by his side.
Rashawd flipped through the stack of glossy prints stopping occasionally to look more closely at some. Barry noticed that he was taking his time, looking at each one and definitely was spending a little more time on the ones of Joyce. At one point he asked Barry to pass him some papers from the side table and when the young husband turned away, Barry saw Rashawd secretly slip one of the pictures under his blotter. Barry caught the movement and saw what he had done, but said nothing to his boss. Later, when he was outside and in the car, Barry looked through the pictures and realized it was a picture of Joyce in her little green bikini that Rashawd had sneaked out of the pile.
A few weeks went by and the picture incident had been pretty much forgotten. Work was a bit slow and there had been no overtime so things were a bit tight budget-wise for Barry and Joyce. Still, Barry told himself that he didn't regret the vacation since it had been such a blast and the frequent sex that he and Joyce had was great.
When a new rush project was announced, Barry thought it would be a good time to talk to Rashawd about the possibility of working some extra hours. He'd hinted to the boss several times before that he could use the extra money and now this seemed like it might be a good time to gently ask him again if he could be assigned to the new project, however the meeting did not go as the young husband expected. Rashawd sat back in his chair while he listened to Barry whining about how much he and Joyce really needed the additional money to pay off some of their bills, especially since the vacation. Rashawd just looked at Barry with a smug smile that made Barry uncomfortable and for a long moment his boss just seemed to stare at him and then he slowly pulled a picture from beneath his blotter. Barry knew instantly that it was the vacation picture of Joyce in her bathing suit that his boss had hidden away.
Rashawd chuckled while he stared at it. "You know that your wife is a very good looking woman Barry," he said without making any move to hand over the print.
Barry said nothing.
"She really fills out that bikini, not that there's a hell of a lot of bathing suit there for her to fill out," Rashawd laughed cynically.
Barry was shifting uncomfortably in his seat now. He wanted to get the overtime issue settled and get out of there, and hopefully with Joyce's picture back in his pocket.
"Look Rashawd, I would be willing to work any nights or even come in on the weekends if that would help," he offered, trying to refocus his boss on the subject of the new project and the overtime Barry was hoping for. " I could really use the extra money, we really need it!" Barry told him.
Rashawd smacked his lips and looked dubious as he replied. "That's really too bad Barry. I'd like to help you out but the truth is that I called you in here to lay you off today. Things have been a little slow and I have to cut one man."
Barry was stunned and speechless at first. The prospect of being out of work when things were already so tight at home scared him. He tried to think of something to say but all that came to mid was to plead..... "Rashawd, please.....look.....I really need this job ...I'll do anything...... anything to save my job! ......Joyce and I ..."
Rashawd grinned as he cut Barry off and said "Oh yeah, what a shame. He took a long look at the picture in his hands and then looked Barry in the eye and asked. "Tell me Barry, does Joyce trim the hair around her pussy to wear that suit or does she shave it all off?"
Barry couldn't believe the question. He looked hard at Rashawd but he knew that he had to hold back his anger, all too aware that the man controlled his financial well being and his life right then. Just because he was being a pig at the moment, Barry told himself, he couldn't react and knew that he also couldn't ignore the crude question. Rashawd met his glare with a quizzical look that showed he still expected an answer. Barry's tongue felt thick and his words had a tremor to them when he replied and said "Ah....well......she....she just keeps it trimmed."
Rashawd took another long look at the picture. "You know, you can pretty much see her nipples in that top," he mused. "They look like they are nice and big and I bet they get nice and hard when she's hot, is that right Barry?..."
Barry was stunned and reacted saying "Rashawd...ah...that's..." Barry squirmed in his chair not knowing what to say.
"Do you have any pictures of her without the bikini, naked I mean?"
Barry glared at him. The man was so out of line he wanted to take a swing at him and stomp out of the office, but he knew how desperately and bad that he needed the job, and he knew that Rashawd held his job in his hand, the job that Rashawd could easily, and was about to take away.
Rashawd's eyes narrowed as if he were reading Barry's mind. "I know that you have to have some so don't try to deny it!"
Barry was silently fuming.
"You know Barry, I could probably keep you on the payroll if you'll agree to share some good naked pictures of your wife, you know, let me see her without any clothes on, and I promise you that it would be just between the two of us."
The young husband was shaking his head at such an outrageous suggestion but Rashawd cut him off before Barry could respond.
"Suppose I let you work four hours of extra time tomorrow night and you bring me a few pictures tomorrow as a thank you. It doesn't seem like an unreasonable request, especially when cutbacks have to be made and even if you stayed on, any extra work will be very tight from now on and if you don't do it, I can pretty much guarantee that there won't be any extra work of pay for you! On the other hand, if you and I become better friends, I can promise to feed most of the extra work to you! It's your choice Barry, what do you say?"
Barry felt trapped. He knew that he had revealing shots of his wife like many husbands have. A few rum punches at the hotel poolside had loosened up her inhibitions one night and back in the room he had taken out the digital camera and photographed the tan lines on her belly as a joke. A shot of her posing topless followed, and then the others as the eroticism took over. There were no prints of course, just the digital images on the memory stick he had tucked away in his sock drawer.
"Well, what do you say Barry? Do I lay you off right now or do you want to keep your job and get some overtime too? It's your decision, so what will it be, interested or not?"
"ahhhhhhhh....Barry struggled with the decision but knew that he had no choice and said "Yes, Rashawd, I'd like to keep my job and would appreciate the overtime work," Barry croaked unhappily.
"Okay then, looks like we have a deal," his black boss announced cheerily.
The next day dragged on. Every minute Barry expected Rashawd would call him in, but he didn't. He said nothing and virtually ignored him until after the rest of the office staff had cleared out and the security guard had made his first rounds. Barry could hardly keep his mind on his work. He fidgeted in his chair, made a cup of coffee and constantly looked at the clock. It was nearly seven when Rashawd finally walked out of his office to Barry's work station and yelled "Okay Barry! It's show time!"
Barry gathered up the papers on his desk into a neat pile and put away pens and calculator, stalling for he didn't know what purpose. It was inevitable and he knew it. He finally put the memory stick with the single photograph he'd chosen into his pocket and looked at Rashawd. he was leaning back in one of Barry's coworkers chairs that he had pulled over next to Barry's desk and had his fingers locked behind his head. He was smiling a little too much at Barry, as far as Barry was concerned, considering what he was making him do.
"Well, come on, let's see it!" he asked impatiently.
"I don't have a print. The picture is on a memory stick," Barry mumbled. "It's just to look at, just this once."
Rashawd held out his hand and the young husband dropped the memory unit into his palm and within seconds, Rashawd had plugged it into Barry's computer and the icon showed on Barry's desk top. Barry was surprised when the boss hit send to and saw an e-mail pop up and Rashawd forwarded the file to his own e-mail account and then hit "File Open" on Barry's computer. Barry heard the computer downloading and writing the image to the screen. A file folder appeared and then a thumbnail. He clicked again and a large picture of Joyce filled the screen. She was kneeling on a bed, sitting on her haunches and leaning forward with her hands beside her knees. Her lovely breasts with firm pink nipples were in full view and just the hint of her pubic hair showed above the fold of her belly and thighs.
Barry had chosen the shot for that reason. The area between her legs was almost completely hidden by the way she was leaning forward. Although she was showing her lovely breasts to the camera, her pussy was not on display.
Rashawd looked at the picture for a long time smiling smugly as he studied Barry's wife in her naked beauty. Finally he looked up and asked "Really Barry, you mean that you really only brought me one picture?"
"Well yeah...," Barry stammered. "I thought that was the deal."
"That sure as hell was not the deal as far as I'm concerned. I told you to bring me a couple of pictures and this one doesn't show everything I want to see," he snapped as he clicked on eject and handed Barry back his memory stick. The photo of Joyce still smiled back at them from the screen.
Barry didn't know what to say. He stood there shuffling from one foot to the other waiting for Rashawd to speak.
"You've brought others, I'm sure Barry"
"Rashawd! This is my fucking wife, you're talking about!" the young husband protested.
"Now you're talking Barry," Rashawd smirked. " You say that is your fucking wife we're talking about and you're right. Pictures of her fucking would make me very happy and they'd help you keep your job. You say you need your job and you want overtime. If you share the kind of pictures that I want, they might even keep you working here past the end of the week, which by the way is scheduled to be your last day unless you quit playing games with me!"
"Joyce would have a hemorrhage if she even knew you saw that one," Barry whined.
"Well perhaps it would be less of a problem if she knew it was keeping you in a job and letting you bring home the money so you both can live comfortable and maybe even be able to take more vacations like this last one. What do you think would happen if I email this one to her with that message and see if she really minds," a grinning Rashawd nodded toward the image on the screen.
"Ah come on Rashawd! That's not even funny! She'd probably divorce me and hate me forever if she knew that I showed such a picture to you!"
"I think you're wrong about that Barry. I think that white women like to be seen," the boss shrugged. "That's why they dress like they do. That's why they like to wear bikinis that show off most of their bodies and leave little to the imagination, and why they wear low cut dresses that show lots of cleavage, and short skirts that show off their legs and hardly cover their white asses. Don't fucking pretend she wasn't enjoying herself when you were taking that picture" he nodded toward the picture on the screen. "Just show me the rest of the pictures and stop wasting my time or clean out your desk tonight and don't even bother coming back."
Barry turned dejectedly to leave the office. It was obvious that his boss was going to win. As an afterthought he said "You will erase that one that you sent to your computer, won't you Rashawd?"
"Yeah right, like that's almost going to happen Barry" he answered dismissively.
Barry opened the desk drawer and got his car keys. The CD he'd saved all of the pictures on was in the glove compartment. The situation made him feel weak and disloyal to his wife but he knew there was no alternative. The choice was simple, provide Rashawd with "a little skin show" of his wife as his boss had so indelicately put it, or, lose his job and head for sure financial ruin and maybe even a divorce.
Rashawd was waiting at Barry's work station when Barry got back with the cd. He was already perched on the corner of the desk with his arms folded as if he was there checking Barry's work when the Security Guard made his next rounds, not coercing him as he really was.
Barry leaned down and inserted the disc, typing a brief password when prompted and the screen flickered and as the single file folder appeared Rashawd settled into the chair next to Barry's computer to watch.
Joyce was looking straight into the camera in the first picture. She was laughing and her one hand stretched towards the lens in protest while her other tried to hold her bikini top up to cover her breasts. Barry looked at the screen and wished he had listened to her objections. He wouldn't be in this mess if he had.
Rashawd moved the mouse and clicked on the next shot. She was still laughing, trying to be a good sport. Her bikini top was in her hand at her side and her breasts were uncovered.
Barry could see the insecurity in his wife's eyes although he was sure Rashawd wouldn't notice. His boss was too focused on the screen enjoying the nice big round pink areoles and stiffened nipples. Even if Rashawd had noticed the young wife's uncertainty and reluctance, it would have been a turn-on for him.
Barry and Joyce had just gotten back from their Caribbean vacation. The vacation had been expensive but the experience had been outstanding. Barry couldn't wait to tell the guys at work about their trip and share their pictures. It had been like heaven on earth and they'd been sorry to see it end, but now that he was back, Barry hoped there would be lots of overtime to help pay off the damage to his credit card.
Looking through their pictures even the other guys at work who had done some travelling of their own had to admit that the vacation Barry and Joyce just completed had looked great.
Rashawd, who was the new Operations Manager and Barry's boss, sat down with them at lunch. Barry was surprised and encouraged when Rashawd glanced at the stack of photos sitting in front of Barry and after Barry told him that they were from the recent vacation he and his wife had taken, Rashawd said he would love to see them but he was too busy right then but asked Barry to bring them by his office later that afternoon.
Barry was relieved and pleased to hear him say that and it made him feel good to finally have something to share with him. Rashawd had a reputation for being a real hard ass, and Barry never felt he never had the opportunity to develop any rapport with the new black boss and even though Rashawd was not well liked by most of the other guys in the office, Barry couldn't help but think that it was partly because he was black and partly because he was brought in from the outside and did not come out of the ranks of the men that were already working there, but Barry understood that getting along with Rashawd was important as far as his future and job security was concerned.
It was nearly quitting time when Rashawd called him in his office. "If you've got a couple of minutes I'd like to hear about your vacation and look at your pictures since it sounds like something I might like to do myself some time."
Barry was more than eager to extol the experience. The pictures showed what a great hotel they'd stayed at, a perfect location with outstanding amenities. Both he and Joyce looked healthy, tanned and relaxed. Barry told Rashawd that wherever they went, the staff and the other guests treated them well, although Barry had no delusions and knew that it was his gorgeous wife that was attracting all of the attention. They'd been married just three years and she was a real beauty that never failed to turn heads. On the beach in her skimpy bathing suit, her lovely figure was all there to be appreciated and Barry was justifiably proud to have such a pretty wife by his side.
Rashawd flipped through the stack of glossy prints stopping occasionally to look more closely at some. Barry noticed that he was taking his time, looking at each one and definitely was spending a little more time on the ones of Joyce. At one point he asked Barry to pass him some papers from the side table and when the young husband turned away, Barry saw Rashawd secretly slip one of the pictures under his blotter. Barry caught the movement and saw what he had done, but said nothing to his boss. Later, when he was outside and in the car, Barry looked through the pictures and realized it was a picture of Joyce in her little green bikini that Rashawd had sneaked out of the pile.
A few weeks went by and the picture incident had been pretty much forgotten. Work was a bit slow and there had been no overtime so things were a bit tight budget-wise for Barry and Joyce. Still, Barry told himself that he didn't regret the vacation since it had been such a blast and the frequent sex that he and Joyce had was great.
When a new rush project was announced, Barry thought it would be a good time to talk to Rashawd about the possibility of working some extra hours. He'd hinted to the boss several times before that he could use the extra money and now this seemed like it might be a good time to gently ask him again if he could be assigned to the new project, however the meeting did not go as the young husband expected. Rashawd sat back in his chair while he listened to Barry whining about how much he and Joyce really needed the additional money to pay off some of their bills, especially since the vacation. Rashawd just looked at Barry with a smug smile that made Barry uncomfortable and for a long moment his boss just seemed to stare at him and then he slowly pulled a picture from beneath his blotter. Barry knew instantly that it was the vacation picture of Joyce in her bathing suit that his boss had hidden away.
Rashawd chuckled while he stared at it. "You know that your wife is a very good looking woman Barry," he said without making any move to hand over the print.
Barry said nothing.
"She really fills out that bikini, not that there's a hell of a lot of bathing suit there for her to fill out," Rashawd laughed cynically.
Barry was shifting uncomfortably in his seat now. He wanted to get the overtime issue settled and get out of there, and hopefully with Joyce's picture back in his pocket.
"Look Rashawd, I would be willing to work any nights or even come in on the weekends if that would help," he offered, trying to refocus his boss on the subject of the new project and the overtime Barry was hoping for. " I could really use the extra money, we really need it!" Barry told him.
Rashawd smacked his lips and looked dubious as he replied. "That's really too bad Barry. I'd like to help you out but the truth is that I called you in here to lay you off today. Things have been a little slow and I have to cut one man."
Barry was stunned and speechless at first. The prospect of being out of work when things were already so tight at home scared him. He tried to think of something to say but all that came to mid was to plead..... "Rashawd, please.....look.....I really need this job ...I'll do anything...... anything to save my job! ......Joyce and I ..."
Rashawd grinned as he cut Barry off and said "Oh yeah, what a shame. He took a long look at the picture in his hands and then looked Barry in the eye and asked. "Tell me Barry, does Joyce trim the hair around her pussy to wear that suit or does she shave it all off?"
Barry couldn't believe the question. He looked hard at Rashawd but he knew that he had to hold back his anger, all too aware that the man controlled his financial well being and his life right then. Just because he was being a pig at the moment, Barry told himself, he couldn't react and knew that he also couldn't ignore the crude question. Rashawd met his glare with a quizzical look that showed he still expected an answer. Barry's tongue felt thick and his words had a tremor to them when he replied and said "Ah....well......she....she just keeps it trimmed."
Rashawd took another long look at the picture. "You know, you can pretty much see her nipples in that top," he mused. "They look like they are nice and big and I bet they get nice and hard when she's hot, is that right Barry?..."
Barry was stunned and reacted saying "Rashawd...ah...that's..." Barry squirmed in his chair not knowing what to say.
"Do you have any pictures of her without the bikini, naked I mean?"
Barry glared at him. The man was so out of line he wanted to take a swing at him and stomp out of the office, but he knew how desperately and bad that he needed the job, and he knew that Rashawd held his job in his hand, the job that Rashawd could easily, and was about to take away.
Rashawd's eyes narrowed as if he were reading Barry's mind. "I know that you have to have some so don't try to deny it!"
Barry was silently fuming.
"You know Barry, I could probably keep you on the payroll if you'll agree to share some good naked pictures of your wife, you know, let me see her without any clothes on, and I promise you that it would be just between the two of us."
The young husband was shaking his head at such an outrageous suggestion but Rashawd cut him off before Barry could respond.
"Suppose I let you work four hours of extra time tomorrow night and you bring me a few pictures tomorrow as a thank you. It doesn't seem like an unreasonable request, especially when cutbacks have to be made and even if you stayed on, any extra work will be very tight from now on and if you don't do it, I can pretty much guarantee that there won't be any extra work of pay for you! On the other hand, if you and I become better friends, I can promise to feed most of the extra work to you! It's your choice Barry, what do you say?"
Barry felt trapped. He knew that he had revealing shots of his wife like many husbands have. A few rum punches at the hotel poolside had loosened up her inhibitions one night and back in the room he had taken out the digital camera and photographed the tan lines on her belly as a joke. A shot of her posing topless followed, and then the others as the eroticism took over. There were no prints of course, just the digital images on the memory stick he had tucked away in his sock drawer.
"Well, what do you say Barry? Do I lay you off right now or do you want to keep your job and get some overtime too? It's your decision, so what will it be, interested or not?"
"ahhhhhhhh....Barry struggled with the decision but knew that he had no choice and said "Yes, Rashawd, I'd like to keep my job and would appreciate the overtime work," Barry croaked unhappily.
"Okay then, looks like we have a deal," his black boss announced cheerily.
The next day dragged on. Every minute Barry expected Rashawd would call him in, but he didn't. He said nothing and virtually ignored him until after the rest of the office staff had cleared out and the security guard had made his first rounds. Barry could hardly keep his mind on his work. He fidgeted in his chair, made a cup of coffee and constantly looked at the clock. It was nearly seven when Rashawd finally walked out of his office to Barry's work station and yelled "Okay Barry! It's show time!"
Barry gathered up the papers on his desk into a neat pile and put away pens and calculator, stalling for he didn't know what purpose. It was inevitable and he knew it. He finally put the memory stick with the single photograph he'd chosen into his pocket and looked at Rashawd. he was leaning back in one of Barry's coworkers chairs that he had pulled over next to Barry's desk and had his fingers locked behind his head. He was smiling a little too much at Barry, as far as Barry was concerned, considering what he was making him do.
"Well, come on, let's see it!" he asked impatiently.
"I don't have a print. The picture is on a memory stick," Barry mumbled. "It's just to look at, just this once."
Rashawd held out his hand and the young husband dropped the memory unit into his palm and within seconds, Rashawd had plugged it into Barry's computer and the icon showed on Barry's desk top. Barry was surprised when the boss hit send to and saw an e-mail pop up and Rashawd forwarded the file to his own e-mail account and then hit "File Open" on Barry's computer. Barry heard the computer downloading and writing the image to the screen. A file folder appeared and then a thumbnail. He clicked again and a large picture of Joyce filled the screen. She was kneeling on a bed, sitting on her haunches and leaning forward with her hands beside her knees. Her lovely breasts with firm pink nipples were in full view and just the hint of her pubic hair showed above the fold of her belly and thighs.
Barry had chosen the shot for that reason. The area between her legs was almost completely hidden by the way she was leaning forward. Although she was showing her lovely breasts to the camera, her pussy was not on display.
Rashawd looked at the picture for a long time smiling smugly as he studied Barry's wife in her naked beauty. Finally he looked up and asked "Really Barry, you mean that you really only brought me one picture?"
"Well yeah...," Barry stammered. "I thought that was the deal."
"That sure as hell was not the deal as far as I'm concerned. I told you to bring me a couple of pictures and this one doesn't show everything I want to see," he snapped as he clicked on eject and handed Barry back his memory stick. The photo of Joyce still smiled back at them from the screen.
Barry didn't know what to say. He stood there shuffling from one foot to the other waiting for Rashawd to speak.
"You've brought others, I'm sure Barry"
"Rashawd! This is my fucking wife, you're talking about!" the young husband protested.
"Now you're talking Barry," Rashawd smirked. " You say that is your fucking wife we're talking about and you're right. Pictures of her fucking would make me very happy and they'd help you keep your job. You say you need your job and you want overtime. If you share the kind of pictures that I want, they might even keep you working here past the end of the week, which by the way is scheduled to be your last day unless you quit playing games with me!"
"Joyce would have a hemorrhage if she even knew you saw that one," Barry whined.
"Well perhaps it would be less of a problem if she knew it was keeping you in a job and letting you bring home the money so you both can live comfortable and maybe even be able to take more vacations like this last one. What do you think would happen if I email this one to her with that message and see if she really minds," a grinning Rashawd nodded toward the image on the screen.
"Ah come on Rashawd! That's not even funny! She'd probably divorce me and hate me forever if she knew that I showed such a picture to you!"
"I think you're wrong about that Barry. I think that white women like to be seen," the boss shrugged. "That's why they dress like they do. That's why they like to wear bikinis that show off most of their bodies and leave little to the imagination, and why they wear low cut dresses that show lots of cleavage, and short skirts that show off their legs and hardly cover their white asses. Don't fucking pretend she wasn't enjoying herself when you were taking that picture" he nodded toward the picture on the screen. "Just show me the rest of the pictures and stop wasting my time or clean out your desk tonight and don't even bother coming back."
Barry turned dejectedly to leave the office. It was obvious that his boss was going to win. As an afterthought he said "You will erase that one that you sent to your computer, won't you Rashawd?"
"Yeah right, like that's almost going to happen Barry" he answered dismissively.
Barry opened the desk drawer and got his car keys. The CD he'd saved all of the pictures on was in the glove compartment. The situation made him feel weak and disloyal to his wife but he knew there was no alternative. The choice was simple, provide Rashawd with "a little skin show" of his wife as his boss had so indelicately put it, or, lose his job and head for sure financial ruin and maybe even a divorce.
Rashawd was waiting at Barry's work station when Barry got back with the cd. He was already perched on the corner of the desk with his arms folded as if he was there checking Barry's work when the Security Guard made his next rounds, not coercing him as he really was.
Barry leaned down and inserted the disc, typing a brief password when prompted and the screen flickered and as the single file folder appeared Rashawd settled into the chair next to Barry's computer to watch.
Joyce was looking straight into the camera in the first picture. She was laughing and her one hand stretched towards the lens in protest while her other tried to hold her bikini top up to cover her breasts. Barry looked at the screen and wished he had listened to her objections. He wouldn't be in this mess if he had.
Rashawd moved the mouse and clicked on the next shot. She was still laughing, trying to be a good sport. Her bikini top was in her hand at her side and her breasts were uncovered.
Barry could see the insecurity in his wife's eyes although he was sure Rashawd wouldn't notice. His boss was too focused on the screen enjoying the nice big round pink areoles and stiffened nipples. Even if Rashawd had noticed the young wife's uncertainty and reluctance, it would have been a turn-on for him.