Could we hold the meeting there? I’d like to get the workers as comfortable as possible, because the subject matter is going to be rough.”Cliff ca...led Bill again. “Can the cafeteria be in shape for a union meeting at four? We could start with a little show-and-tell. If we can reopen formally on Monday, we ought to be in pretty good shape now.”“Can do, Cliff. You might pass the word to the union folks, though, so they don’t bother to dress up.”Sandy made the call and was back quickly. “What are. Each thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer to the edge of fulfillment. A voice I didn’t recognize, even though I knew it to be mine, called out ‘More! Harder!’ Then I screamed as the world around me shattered into a million pieces. He pulled out of me, rolling onto his side and easing off the bed. I heard running water and moments later he returned. I flinched but didn’t pull away when he ran a warm, wet cloth across my cheeks and ass. Dropping the cloth on the floor, he slid onto the. ”“They are going to claim that is interference in their internal politics.” Again, he held up his hand to slow me down. “I know it’s not, but that will be their response. Okay, so we need to firm up some of these ideas and get specific. I’ve never heard that you were a big poker player...” I shook my head at that, and he continued, “ ... but I know you are used to making deals. We need to make a deal with them.” We worked on that prior to the trip.The schedule in Russia was that we left Paris. I felt slick between my legs, hot and desperate. Steven smiled but shook his head, “No Lucy, I want you to tell me that you want me to finger your wet cunt.” Steven nodded at me theatrically as if to indicate that it was my turn to do my bit. I huffed stroppily and rolled my eyes, slightly irritated that I had to say the words exactly the way he wanted. The redness in my cheeks almost hot to the touch. I sighed and pouted and then began again, “I – I want you to – to finger my wet cunt.” Steven.