Ronnie stood quickly in a panic. He didn’t want the boss to take another picture of him. Who knows how he might end up.
She grabbed his arm to stop him. But the boss didn’t just photograph Ronnie. He had both of them in the frame. The flash went out and a photo popped out of the camera. Ronnie bent over to grab it, ignoring the odd feeling as his breast jiggled on his chest. He looked at it in disbelief. It wasn’t him and the boss. It wasn’t even girl him and the boss. It was a photo of two slutty French maids standing at a construction site - one bent forward exposing her pussy from underneath her skirt as the other stood with a wide leg stance. The one with the wide leg stance was inserting the handle of a feather duster into the others snatch, while simultaneously fingering herself knuckle deep with three fingers.
Reality shifted and Ronnie felt something hard reaching deep inside him. He squeaked loudly then moaned.
“Oh no!” Ronnie heard someone say in a thick French accent. “We have changed.”
Ronnie pulled forward and felt the handle slip from her vagina, making her moan more as it went. She turned and saw the boss, now a confused looking brunette with giant tits, her fingers still knuckle deep.
“Oh no” thought Ronnie, looking for the camera.
“This is just a dream” said the other. “Just a dream.” She reached forward and grabbed Ronnie, overwhelmed by lust, planting her mouth on Ronnie’s and forcing her toungue inside. Ronnie felt her cup her breast and gasped again as the handle went back into her pussy.
She pushed the boss away. “No. No. What is this”, she screamed. Her eyes surveying the area. Searching for the camera.
The boss giggled. Ronnie...