Her round ass bare in the daylight of her office. blinds half open with a walkway just outside for guests or employees to see if it were the case. Tod...y there was Jose, a long time gardener working just outside her window with his back to them as he continued to fuck her from behind. Her breath was quick and heavy, not a sound from Mr. O'neil. Jose turned only to find the tall chair obstructing what he could tell was Mr O'neil fucking Mrs. Borseau again. He stood to the side to watch, hoping he. To be fair, she "was" in the bathroom. It only took a look and a slight nod of her head to entice the young man to ditch work and join her. He even thought to take her to the one-room employee bathroom. So thoughtful!"We don't have a lot of time, sweetie. You can go harder than that." God she loved this! Skirt up, panties down to her ankles, blouse open exposing her ample bosom, bent over a sink, and watching her reflection in the mirror as she got off to this Latin adonis doing delicious. She felt safe going there by herself. One busy weekend, she was put in a headlock by a drunk patron, right in front of the bouncer. They made eye contact, and her eyes were able to tell the bouncer that she was fine. She ended up breaking the guy's nose before the bouncer and owner took it upon themselves to take him to the alley. Even though Leah caused him more damage than the guys did, she appreciated the gesture. She walked in the door wearing nothing special. She was wearing a pair of boot. She wore long matching opera gloves and her neck to toe mink coat. Chris was in his black tuxedo with a white tie sat warming up the car prior to letting Gabrelle know that the car was now warm. They were off to another social affair. This time it was for charity. Since she was one of the newer women, it was her turn to name where the mnney would be going. Gabrielle raised a few eyebrows when she named The Salvation Army. Most people weren't too religious so she had to explain that they were at.