His lips were so dry, almost cracking, that he searched for something,anything to ease them. In an idiotic senseless logic, he picked up thelipstick f...om the dressing table where it stood with the other thingshe'd taken from the drawer in his frantic searches. He removed the topand screwed the stick of carmine out of its sleeve, pausing, his handtrembling, as he studied the deep greasy colour. He hadn't a thought inhis head only that of seeking a relief, something, anything to moistenhis dry. "Freddie, you know Bobbi right," giggled Ginger."I assure you if I'd ever met her I would remember her." he winked at methen.I'd never been inside Pierre Philippe's, I'd heard of it of course andknew that it took at least a week to get a reservation. As I lookedaround I realized there were two empty chairs at our large table."Jake are you sure the boys got the message?" asked Momma."Yes I just hope they don't show up in blue jeans," said Daddy.They'd taken us to Sally Fields for fancy dresses. Ling then turned and after pulling down the knickers showed me she was wearing a plug today. I tapped the plug and Ling shuddered from the effects.Right, work must go on, so the girls got on with their jobs and I took a look at my emails. Nothing much of significance, which was a relief. The earlier flurry of emails congratulating had died down now that it was widely known internally and externally.We had the meeting with Philippa at 10 where I needed to introduce Ling and sort out her. It feels so good but it leaves me empty, I need to feel you on my clit." I was kissing her inner thighs and fingering her. Then I moved to her clit and started sucking very gently at first and building. The volume of her moaning built with the attention to her clit. Soon I just buried my face into her bare pussy. I felt one of her hands running through my hair. I looked up and saw she was playing with her nipples with her other hand. I redoubled me efforts because watching her play with her.