He let his hands wander up her back to the zipper of her dress, gently and methodically sliding it down to loose the dress open and inch it down her u...per body over the corset that she wore below it, breathing her in deeply as he did so with the softest of inaudible whimpers. ‘Ohh Neal,’ she whispered softly as her lips grazed his earlobe, and that was all he needed to egg him on further, his fingers moving to slowly open the corset once her dress was pooled at her waist, knowing to take his. Then she reached out and pinched my nipples into full hardness, making a show of it for the camera. ‘See?’ Omigod. She was humiliating me on national television. I was so going to kill the bitch the first chance I had. I still hadn’t released the sides of my bikini bottom, however, so Chrissie finally said, ‘Alright, fuck this,’ and she held up all ten fingers. ‘This will be fun,’ she said. She then slid her fingers over my bare ribs and belly as she began to tickle me without mercy. My eyes. If he drove her, he’d only worry about what might happen in the future, and he worried about that, anyway. He drove her and parked right in front of the walk leading to the meeting room. He walked her to the door.“You worry too much,” she said.“Indulge me.”“You’re cute.” He could never figure out what she meant by that. She was cute, when her beauty didn’t transcend that description. But her words were always in response to something he’d said, not to his looks -- which were by no means cute.He. “Chris, there’s something you should understand about taking that car-”“Nah, I’m good. I think I’ve got everything I need.”“Okay,” he said with an upward inflection, jutted out his lower lip, slapped both thighs, and walked past me and out through the office door.The AC’s effects finally touched me on his departure prompting me to dial my wife from my cell. Before she finished her greeting, I jumped in.“Pack up a few things, babe; we’re spending the weekend away.” *The entire drive over, Tamera.