"I'm her friend I can look after her." Claire stepped in now to rescueAngela. The man calling himself Bernard looked crestfallen."So there's no chance...of a drink then next week then love?" Bernardpersisted, his chat up technique not having improved greatly over theyears."Sorry no," Angela replied, "but thanks for the offer of help."Claire was now even more convinced that she knew Angela's secret. If shehadn't been moping so much she would have picked it up yesterday, all thelittle subtle hints. Sexual Harassment training. How not to take bribes. Why you shouldn't use pirated software. Why you shouldn't use the Internet.Are these skills I need?No. But they're paying you.Wow ... look at this pile of work you have to do. It is odd though, as you look over these tasks. You're an Engineer. You're supposed to have a part in building something. But what is this? Paperwork. Forms. Plans. Schedules. Presentations. Ah ... there it is on the schedule. In six months, you'll get to be an Engineer. For the first time in my life I had gone to a designer store. There, I bought, with advice from the store assistant, a dress which cost as much a half my month's rent.But it was working! That was the important bit! It was working! All of the men were looking at me, looking away, then looking straight back. The dress emphasised my shapely legs and my bum. My back was almost nude and there was a divide between my breasts, showing that I wore no bra. When I saw, no, felt Dan's eyes caress me, my. Her creamy thighs opened up a bit, allowing her father to see the wet crease of her pussy beneath the nest of her pussy-hairs."Don't forget your promise, Daddy," she said softly, blushing again."You mean my promise to lick your pretty little pussy?" Mark asked with a laugh. "Don't worry, baby. There's just no way I could ever forget something like that. I've really been looking forward to running my tongue up that tight little cunt-tunnel of yours!" Ohhhh, yeses, Daddy," Janie hissed."Yeah, I'm.