She thanked me, and then when I asked what she was up to… Christine stopped messaging. That’s Literotica for you. Sometimes people will message ba...k and other times they won’t. It didn’t bother me much because I’ve been on Lit long enough to know better. As long as I wasn’t those freaks who take things to heart or spam messages until they get blocked, I knew everything was cool. It had been about a week, since our brief conversation and I was just getting over the sexy vixen that I sought to. We met there with others of our Guild and some members from other Guilds who had come up early and after setting up the props I had brought along at the event site we set up our camp site and fixed a meal. As with many of these events we party a lot and after a hectic week at work it didn't take much to help me unwind and begin to feel very relaxed and carefree. Making one last trip to the 'facility' I wished the others a good night and went to the van to sack out.I have installed a cutout. I decided to arrive an hour early at the office and wait there. This way I also could make sure that everything was prepared. I sat in my office chair, which had a high backrest and a very comfortable headrest. The big windows offered a great view over the city because the office was in the 15th floor and basically no other building in the city reached that height. The big oak wood desk was a little more than three feet wide and on the other side of it there were two comfortable guest chairs.. That tie never should have been in a Mexican restaurant, sitting across from Ms. Perfect Hair. That tie was supposed to be across from her.He wasn't watching the room. He wasn't looking anywhere except Ms. Perfect Hair. And, no matter what, Tabitha knew that he couldn't see her. Not here. Not like this. There would be a scene, no doubt about it. If he spoke to her, if she heard the voice that was supposed to be wrapping her in love and comfort and marital bliss, trying instead to explain and.