“He’s already going to be my media contact and my masseur,” Liz informed her friends. “Oh, and my personal chef. He fixed me an omelet and sau...age for breakfast.”“He must be bucking for one of those Liz Larimer Pooped Here signs for his front yard,” Stephanie said.“Little does he know he already qualifies,” Liz rejoined. “I waited until he left yesterday, though.”“Well, anyway, it was good thinking on the security front,” Ryan said. “I’m glad to hear that you take her protection seriously. It’s. It went on for more than a minute – he asked her to twirl for him, and she did, wishing her dress didn’t expose her bare, shaved pussy as she did so. (The day’s dress code had expressly forbidden panties.) It was Desiree who put an end to it. ‘Master, I believe you said you wanted to start the day in my office, performing a few last-minute tweaks to the day’s digital agenda?’ After a moment, he stopped staring at Megan, and she took it as permission to cease her spinning. She had to steady. She presses her ass against my crotch and slowly rubs back and forth. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I move her hair to one shoulder, and begin to kiss her neck from the bottom up. She sinks further into me as my lips and warm breath meet her skin. I reach around and cup her round, C cup breasts, with enough cleavage showing from the cut of the dress to get any man's imagination going. Continuing to assault her neck, I massage her tits, gently pulling the dress down over her bra. Usually. Renee needs me right now.”“Oh!” said Christy. “By all means, then, go!”Renee heard the words, but was confused by the tone. By all that she’d seen and heard, both of these women had been ... or were ... on extremely friendly terms with this man she had run into. Women’s intuition told her that those kisses, and Jill’s, “I need to get laid” comment, were not unusual between them. But it didn’t make any sense. All he had come to do was fix a plugged pipe. And who were “the kids”? What confused.