She would then, smile warmly andmake 'suggestions' as to what I might consider doing to rectify thesituation.I would come out of the meeting feeling a...out six inches tall and with alot to think about - no doubt regarding my ill-fated attempts at tryingto mix business with pleasure! She was going to make me squirm, to mytortured and free-wheeling mind, facing anger and abuse was much, mucheasier than facing polite, thoughtful criticism.Needless to say, Thursday morning passed slowly: mainly. The two camera in the parking lot also covered the front doors of the apartments. There was one more camera just for the walk gate. Since I was using the same web hosting service as before, I also stuck one in the living area of my apartment, but not the bedroom area. The XXX part of the show was over.The work was 99% complete when my first inquiry came walking in. She was a young woman in her mid twenties or thereabouts. "Hi, my name is Amy Smart." She said extending her hand."Amy, I'm Maxine.. “Yeah, sure. Come in. Sorry, I was just making tea. It was a rough day at work.” “Oh, I’m so sorry! I can come back another time!” Katie quickly turned and tried to walk away, but Mr. Carl reached out and grabbed her arm. “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry at all. Please, sit. I’ll make you tea too.” Katie looked around the kitchen, not sure when or how to start this awkward conversation. She looked at Mr. Carl, taking in his casual business clothes and concentrated look. While he was definitely in. By that time her clit had swollen as a result of the ongoing caresses of my tongue tip and the pressure exerted by the rubied gold ring at its baseand little cries and moans of passion drifted down from above.As I continued to worship at her golden shrine, I felt her booted legs drape over my bowed shoulders and her silver spurs urging me on forcefully. Following her wishes I now started to concentrate on the clitoris, my tongue tip circling and flicking and finally my lips closed gently over.