The talk proceeded into the proposed work scope. Upgrades, taking 1950's and 1960's equipment into the 21st century. Millions of dollars were going to...be spent. They wanted Dan to put the packages together, then after the equipment was ordered, to oversee installation, setup and commissioning."What's YOUR part of this going to be?" Brian asked. Putting me on a spot. Fortunately, it's a spot I'm prepared for."I get to do a lot of the dog work for the power studies, you know, load flows, fault. She was the icing on his cake. He had his rich bitch at home and now this fucking hot slut to bang whenever he wanted!Pulling himself from her chest, Paul unzipped her skirt, letting it drop. He pulled her panties to the side of her pussy lips and began to lick her clit. Her pussy was soaked already and Paul slurped up the juices. He moved from her pussy to the inside of her thigh and ran his tongue along her long legs. Dena thought she would pass out. “Can we move, uh, to the sofa? “Paul. “Julie?” Greg asked, sitting back heavily in his chair. “That can’t be right. I’ve known her for 20 years. She and I rose through the ranks together. She was promoted to the head of accounting at the same time I was made head of sales. That just isn’t possible.”“It is possible,” Phil stated firmly. “You’re aware of the change to discretionary spending? I put that in place because I found two people at Travel Corp. raiding it with great regularity. Julie Marshall was the biggest perpetrator but. I saw thick ribbed material with a scoop neck.“A camisole,” she answered. “It’s chilly today. And this is the closest thing I have to a sexy set of lingerie.”“Let me see,” I said doubtfully, as I unbuttoned the rest of the way and held the shirt flaps out from her body. Camisole? It was like a tank top, black with white threads. The spandex was skin-tight, and the white lines swerved a little over her baby tits. I jiggled the little mounds with two fingers; they were pretty tightly supported. I.