As she was doing so Joycehelped her. She then unhooked the string of pearls and carefullyplaced it on her desk. When she turned around again Michele r...achedout her left hand and gently cupped Joyce's left breast. Joycesighed a little then smiled. They each gazed into each other's eyesfor a moment then Joyce walked over and set the lock on her officedoor. When she turned around she began slipping out of her ownclothes. They gazed at each other as they each sensuously strippedtheir office clothes. Why 'partially retired'? Well, when the CEO of some Fortune 500 company wants to meet you in Paris for a weekend so you can fuck him in the ass with a strap-on and is willing to pay you 50 thousand dollars it's really hard to refuse. I can afford to select who I want to entertain and who I don't. Nowadays it's about what's in it for me. So when someone wants to give me 50K and a weekend in Paris' elite establishments, who am I to say no? ---It started the summer before my Junior year in High. Mrs. Bowman (only family and close friends addressed her as Susan) was co-owner and CEO of Bowman Advertising. At fifty-eight yrs. old, her matronly appearance belied her tough demeanor. She ran her company with stern authority and was successful in an extremely competitive business."It's about time." Mrs. Bowman was not happy. She regarded Ken's chronic lateness as irresponsible selfish and rude. "Mr. Danager, if it weren't for the quality of your work, your employment at my firm would have. So far the few people she met as she checked in and made her way to her cabin in the woods had been very friendly and she’d noticed a couple of guys checking out her boobs while trying not to be too obvious about it. It was fun trying to catch them and giving them a wink. But they really didn’t have to be so subtle about it. Having her hairless pussy stared at was one of Ginger’s favourite things. Sometimes she wanked off to fantasies of being a stripper pushing her throbbing snatch right up.