You better be a good little bitch for me, or it'll just get worse." FUCK YOU CUNT" Brad exploded angrily into her face. "YOU BETTER CUT ME THE FUCK OU... OF THIS BEFORE MY BROTHERS SMACK BHWAAA.."She cut him off with a sharp back-handed slap across the cheek. Brad played contact sports, but he'd never been bitch-slapped before, the sensation was awful. Worse than the worst, bone-breaking rugby tackle he'd ever experienced. It felt like getting hit in the jaw with a baseball bat wrought from. I need to apologize for my ... associate ... my former associate. He was way out of line and had way too much to drink tonight. I know it may be of little solace, but his performance at your table has seriously hurt his career prospects with my firm and at many others who are represented here at our conference. I don’t think you’ll hear from him again.” The man assured himself sure Ginger was all right, shook our hands by way of apology, and left.Later, the maître d’ came to the table and also. With a laugh she asked, “Have you even heard a word I said, or are you already mesmerized by toes?” Tripping on my words, before I could answer she swung her feet into my lap, demanding for a massage. I could already feel my dick starting to grow under her planted soles. Trying to keep in control, I grabbed her right foot and asked, “How does this feel?” as I worked my thumbs into her soles. With a giggle she replied, “Umm, it’s alright, but I think it will feel better once you take my sock. I've been working here for almost a year now, and I really think I deserve it." She then proceeded to take off her blazer, revealing a rather sheer sleeveless top. My cock stood at attention as I took in her huge breasts, somewhat visible through her top with the help of a blood red bra. I coughed a little and tried my best to remain professional. After all, she couldn't be trying to seduce me or anything, right? I was a good 10 years older, and she was a junior at the local university. I took.