And, of course, you’ll come to our ceremony. We won’t do a large wedding, but we will have a middle ground celebration some weekend in the not too...distant future.”“We’ll be there – all of us,” I assured her and then we kissed.I had known I’d be saying goodbye to her that morning, but this felt different. I steeled myself and put my brave front on.Brita and I then walked back to the kitchen where the others sat over coffee. Nils was sitting there with them along with Tom. I saw Brita lock eyes. Max”Now this man had Sabina off balance, she was not prepared for this. Her first and only husband had a romantic notion as often as tree stumps come back to life. But as she walked into the bath, there was the CD: Mozart. A knock on the door distracted her momentarily and she went to the spy hole and noticed it was room service: champagne….on ice.“Niccccceeeee”It didn’t take long for Sabina to strip and slip into the bath. Warm water, bubbles, champagne…good gawd she felt like a Courtesan. No sense in putting it off, I might as well talk to the other employee now. The conversation followed a similar course with Jacob Fuqet. The only thing I didn’t like was that he made a few disparaging borderline sexist comments about Ms. Goodhead, as if as men we shared some solidarity because of that. I informed him that as far as I was concerned it was purely a numbers issue and that I wished neither had to go.Truthfully I didn’t really blame him as I understood the situation he was in. Jacob. She wanted me to smell the scent of her pussy. I pulled into the driveway, stopped the car and got out. I unlocked the door and went straight up to my bedroom. I put her panties on my computer table and stretched out to take a nap. Sleep was not coming easy, even as tired as I was from the jet lag. I knew if I masturbated, that would probably put my lights out. And the only stimulus I needed was sitting within 5 feet of me on the table. I sat up and looked at them again. The "pale blue".