He was a non-descript roly-poly man who shook Mr. Weeks' hand as if it was a thrown life line. Mr. Weeks barely noticed. He was staring at the other p...rson in the office, a mousey young brunette with nice tits. Her method of dress was rather formal and concealing, but Mr. Weeks was sure that she was a DD or E cup. The young woman coolly returned his gaze, determined not to be put off by his wandering eyes.The manager finally let go of Mr. Week's hand and said, "Let me introduce Ms. Lane. She. Or eating out with friends and have the lippy wear off.They both had a good laugh at that, and as we were leaving Sara didmention that she could do tattooed eyebrows too if she wished. Mistresssaid she would think about it as I just rolled my eyes. Mistress thankedSara after leaving a nice tip and we headed off to Sephora to buylipstick.As Mistress looked at the selection I tried my best to stand behind herand hide my swollen lips from view. A young, and of course heavily madeup, salesperson. She opened her legs, and I could see the pee starting to trickle from her flaps. Just seeing it turned me on a bit. “Better than you wetting the carpet”.I aimed at the small triangle of toilet between her legs and let go. The first jet hit her hairy mound and splashed on her legs, joining her pee as it dripped into the toilet. I quickly corrected and the stream went straight into the bowl.“That was nice and warm and quite sexy” she said. ”Do it again”.This was going into my fantasy territory. I. " She assured him."You look like you have been rooting with the pigs, Leigh." I know. But I'll wash up just fine." She replied as they pulled out of the parking lot.Time flew by quickly for Leigh and she settled into her new job like a duck to water. She was for once happy to go to work. But as her joy in her new job increased, at home her relationship with Douglas was getting worse. He had become more and more condescending about everything she did. From her clothes to her job, nothing was.