Kelly started out and had to be a team player, then she had to have a skill set, next, to manage non-professional subordinates, then to manage colleag...es, finally to be responsible for finances. She had achieved all that and was now ready to move up, but at this point, the rules changed, or as she thought, politics came in. She had looked around her at those more senior and saw they came in three shapes. Backstabbers, who spent more time destroying others than actually working. Brown-nosers, a. Then they had set the thing aside and started making out, which they still were now, legs intertwined, clits rubbing together, their mouths muffling each other's high-pitched little grunts.Katrina's hungry tongue brought Elizabeth roaring to her second orgasm of the evening—the first having come from Charlotte's strap-on. Before Elizabeth's screaming mouth even had time to close, another girl's sex was shoved on it, awaiting her oral service. Elizabeth didn't need to look up to know it was. It had been Charlotte's Aunt Jane who had explained that the rubbing of the saddle against a young lady's privates could stimulate her in inappropriate ways and added also that some women had been known to lose their maidenhead when landing hard after a jump. Charlotte did not need her aunt to tell her that her father would be mortified if his daughter's future groom found any reason to question her purity."It is a silly thing," Her aunt reminded her "to risk one's reputation just so you can. “What happened?” She asked.“It’s a long story Mabel. I think you better call the sheriff too.” A shocked look crossed her face. Looking back over her shoulder at me, Mabel headed back to the phone. Before I had finished my coffee, Paul walked into the diner.“Would you like to tell me what the hell’s going on Reynolds?” as Paul got closer, I could see that his hand was on his pistol.Keeping my hands on the countertop I replied. “You don’t need to worry about me sheriff. I’m not going to try.