The maid was a pretty girl, if not painfully shy. She seemed to be about Cynara's age, and had brunette hair, which was in direct contrast to the pale...blonde of Cynara's.Charles had introduced the maid as Jasmine when he had come back a couple of hours later with clothes for her to wear. He had left her alone in a fancy room, with the orders to rest until dinner. How he expected her to sleep in the middle of the day, she had no idea. So she basically puttered about the room, dreadfully bored,. I slipped my hand inside my underwear, feeling the growing wetness of my soft, smooth pussy. I reached down and slid a finger inside myself, just enough to spread my juices over my now swollen clit. I could feel the familiar tingling sensation building up already as I gently traced my fingers around my pussy. Not wanting it to be over too soon I brought my hand up to my mouth and sucked my juices off of my finger, thinking back to my fictitious playmate as the sweet taste filled my mouth. My. David put his hand into his pocket and took out a twenty pound note, he threw it across the table to me. “Now, get to the bar and get us a round of drinks, a large malt whisky for Peter, a tomato juice for me and whatever you want. And don’t you dare wipe any of that off your face before you get there.”I had no intention of doing that, I had absolutely loved what had just happened. I was actually a little disappointed with myself for even thinking to clean the spunk off. I was now more worried. " I replied. "So this would be a new division in the company?" No I think I would like to try this as a separate company and just use our savings to get it started." I said looked at her for a reaction.Shannon looked thoughtful for a couple of seconds. " So where does that leave me? I mean do I help you with the new company or do I stay with McDonald Enterprises?" I was hoping you would help me build the new company but that is up to you. I am not suggesting we quit our jobs or anything I just.