Monica had been paired up with the head of the company's contingent and his name was Sam. She and Sam had been spending the evening together, and he'd...had his hands all over her sexy ass and on her tits. On the way up to the penthouse where Monica was going to be entertaining, he'd groped her and nearly had his hand down the bodice of her dress. He had gotten the skirt of her dress pulled up and he'd slid one hand down inside the skimpy material of Monica's thong and when they got to the. "OK, very funny," I said. "Now someone please just wipe it off."Kara's soft voice chimed in, "See how helpless you are now? Something so simple, like wiping your own nose, you can't even do for yourself. You have to ask us to help you, are you starting to understand? You can't do anything in that jacket, not a thing. So if you want help, you have to ask nicely."I squirmed and grimaced. "I said please!" I protested.The sensation of the whipped cream was really starting to bother me now."Please. Ben then works his way thought the house that he thinks to himself “I hope she is a better marshal than a house keeper, this place is cluttered.” Ben makes it down a short hall past the entrance to her basement. There is a slatted door at the end and as he reached it, her front door opened. Ben being in a dark room could see most of the living room and part of the kitchen from his vantage point behind the slatted door. Bens jaw almost dropped to the floor when he saw Jill Belen coming through. Some days that was all she could manage.It came as no surprise then, in hind-sight, that the day would come that things got totally screwed up. Several late nights of writing seemed the likely culprit. Lack of sleep took its toll, costing Julie the best looking date she had had in a year (not to mention the couple they were to double with), went to one wrong job and missed the other entirely. Profuse apologies brought strong suggestions from her bosses that she take a day off and get things.