We walked out with her arm through mine. We headed for the front hall and waited with the others for the grand entrance of the ladies.At exactly 6 p.m... five of the most beautiful women appeared at the landing at the top of the stairs, laughing and making final adjustments to their clothes. The light of the chandelier reflected off diamonds, and other precious stones, gold, silver and their jewel-like dresses. First down was Paula. She was wearing a black slip dress made of some soft miracle. He pointed a trembling finger at Bob."You're on sabbatical, mister! Immediately. As of right now!" I'm not fired?" Bob was still shaken by what Lindsey had told him."No!" Charles frowned. "Maybe. Fuck! I don't really fucking know. Not yet, anyway. I thought so at first. I've never seen a man actually spitting mad before. He was yelling all kinds of things." No need to get vulgar about it," said Bob, who hid a smile."President Bellingham has instructed me that you will be placed on sabbatical. Pour us some coffee and come sit down." Now, I was beginning to shake... What was she up to? "I know what you were doing last night. In fact, I have something here I want you to see! Have a look at this."She handed me her phone. On the phone was a video of me, she had taken the night before. She had been spying on me through my window and caught me strutting around the house, dressed in one of me in my finest dresses, stockings and high heels. I was dumbfounded. I looked at Carol in dismay.. Jaime was perspiring and looked disheveled. Her nipples were hard, straining against the moist fabric of her tank top. He wondered where her bra was. Her jean shorts were pulled tight into her vagina, creating a sizeable cameltoe. Was that a hint of wetness he saw in her crotch?“The heat is unbearable! I was just trying to catch my breath.”“Let me help you to the RV. We have the A/C on in there.”John felt better in the air-conditioned coolness of the RV. It did not hurt that he had Jamie’s.