Damn her shitty confidence.The rest of the evening proceeded as usual, but around 7 o'clock, everything changed. Amy didn't see what had happened, but...she heard it. Rounding the corner from the stock room she saw the woman get up and leave in a hurry, dropping a book in the process."Awww come on." Brad groaned."What?" Amy asked and then she saw it."Bitch just spilled a shit ton of creamer and just got up and left." Brad said."Awwww damnit. I'll go get a mop." How did she spill so damn much?". And, while this was a true event, it is an old favorite if I need to masturbate.Fantasy Two: A client had an interest in a court case in another city, where he was expecting to testify. Although I was not trying the case, my client wanted me to sit in and evaluate the developments as they pertained to him.I noticed the court reporter right away – she was not beau-tiful but attractive and appealing. Long slim legs and very lithe figure. She was wearing a see-through blouse through which her bra. She said, “Will you do whatever I want?” I moaned yes enthusiastically. She pulled back on my hair causing my back to bend. “Good, whenever you are wearing girls clothes I will be in charge.” She kept up her thrusting and I looked into the mirror watching her fuck me. I said, “In charge?” She slowed down to the point of almost stopping and said, “That’s right think of me as your master or your pimp baby!” She grinded against me hard I let out an involuntary groan. Sweat was beading up on her. Brenda stumbled her way to a chair. In the journey she lost Mr. Lasson. Instead, to her dismay, she found she was sitting next to that pale-faced specimen who had been with Alice, and had been introduced to her with that huge gangster-looking man. If there was one man in the party she did not want to be near or have touch her, it was this anemic creep. She found him repulsive, and yet as she tried to get to her feet to find another chair he was grabbing at her waist and pulling her down beside.