Eventually, I was noticed and offered a position at head office in Toronto. That’s where I’ve been for the last ten years.’ ‘Have you remarrie...?’ I wondered. I didn’t see any rings on her fingers. ‘No. I haven’t even had a date since I left your father.’ ‘Who do you work for?’ I asked. ‘Estelle Cartier. It’s an upscale women’s wear chain with stores across the country in the best malls.’ ‘What do you do there? In Toronto, I mean.’ ‘I became the head buyer after serving with the previous buyer. I very much doubt even the world's greatest cum could put a smile on her face.I slipped into the canvas tent; the joyful noise washed over me like a heavy surf. There were maybe fifty or sixty people filling the tent, all standing up in a circle around the Reverend, who stood on a raised platform. He was an iron-faced man in black robes, his arms held high, leading them in song. They clapped and jumped and shook like the Holy Spirit was upon them. Some babbled incoherently. I reckoned they were. She said that her parents told her that she needed to earn her own money to buy some of the things she wanted but no one would hire her. She continued and said that she was walking through a busy restaurant and saw the credit cards on a waitress tray by a register but no one was there and the next things she knew she had the cards in her purse and she was out the door. Along with the cards, she had several receipts that totaled about $133. I took them to my office and copied down all of the. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, so I rubbed her hips with my hands. The fabric of her slip slid on top of her panty, and I could tell she liked the feeling as I caressed her ass. I was very hard by tis time, and she began rubbing my erection through my jeans. In a whisper she asked, "Did you like cumming for me that night?" I told her I did, and she said, "I'm glad you like my outfit...I thought you would." I slipped one hand under the top of her dress, and caressed her nipple..