Hank had promised to visit Jerry's shop in the near future, and thanked Dave and Sharon for a wonderful evening. He took his leave, and Dave, tired as...he was, helped Jerry get Mary home, and put to bed. Misti kissed all of the others, after getting a promise from Hank for a repeat performance, Mike kissed Sharon, and shook hands all around, and he and Misti went home. Sharon and Dave, after seeing everyone out, had turned out the lights, locked the doors, and gone in to check on Carol one more. I will admit that your outfit made it hard to think of you as a genie when you appeared. I thought maybe you had gotten lost on the way home from work." The point we hammered home to our bosses was that we are professionals, and we deserve to dress and look like any other professional woman - or man - when we appear before our clients." Clients?" Yes, we completely changed the nomenclature to suit our more professional orientation. No more "master" or "mistress." You are my client, and I have a. WHEN KANDI CAME OUT,SHE HAD THROWN HER SHORT,SILK,ROBE ON OVER THE TEDDY. “HI GUYS,WHERES YOUR FRIEND?” SHE ASKED. “HE’S COMING IN A BIT.”WAS THE RESPONSE. SHE SAT BETWEEN THEM,WHILE ONE OF THEM POURED OUT A PILE OF COKE. “I REALLY LOVE COKE!” SHE SAID. “MYHUSBAND KNOWS IT MAKES ME SUCK COCK LIKE A SLUT!” THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER, AND THEN AT ME.ONE OF THEM HELD A SMALL MIRROR ON HIS LAP,TO LET KANDI LEAN OVER AND SUCK UP A BIG LINE OF COKE.HE PUSHED HER HEAD CLOSE TO IT AND INSISTED SHE DO. Renee came out and got the contract notarized and went back to the fax machine while I paid for the service.She called on her phone and told Stan she was faxing him the contract.“Now, don’t fuck with me or I will come back with a friend or two I’ve made on the road and make a fuss.”“I won’t,” Stan said.There was a long pause and Renee was about to disconnect the call.“Renee,” Stan said quietly.“What?”“I’m sorry. I was a shit of a husband and a lousy fuck.”Renee heard the honesty in his.