This wasn’t punishment. “Dee’s right. You do know everything.”“I wish,” she snorted. “Or maybe not. Oh, and I meant what I said this mor...ing. You did a good job with them – the CLODs. I know it may not seem like much, but it’s a start.“While I’ve got you, did you pick up anything more during the cookie exchange?”I shrugged. “Not a lot. I was walking on eggs. I only know what Matt told me when he first saw ‘em.”“Matt Kelly? He’s that gymnast that was hoping to go to the Olympics.”I nodded.. It is one of the times we can play catch up as normally we are both very busy. What I am really talking about here is to spice things up a bit. On arrival it was blatantly obvious that one of the young trainee managers José (not his real name) was quite interested in me & paid me a little extra attention. Over the first few days José made a point of seeking us out for a chat & on one evening sorted us out with a good bottle of wine in the restaurant as a gift from him. Near the end of the week. He finished and, taking his razor and shaving cream, got into the shower, Nicky scooting around him so she could get in too. While he adjusted the water temperature, she took his cock and balls in hand, tickling and fondling them. While he shaved she took his cock in her mouth gently licking and sucking, feeling almost like warm water running over it. When he finished shaving he put his hand to the back of her head and she started sucking in earnest as he guided her movements. He had a brief. " I do. You have a load of testosterone running through you. You're a mannow, Bev. Apparently, you like tits now too." Don't be crass, Greg." Annoyed, she went back in to the closet and cameback holding some clothes. "Put these on. I'll be downstairs." She leftthe room. I could hear her stomp as she went down the stairs.I laid the clothes out on the bed. Bev had chosen some khaki capri pantsand a turquoise blouse with short sleeves. Before putting them on, Iwanted to get a better look at.