“What do you have in mind?” Miss Boleyn asked.“Best burger on the Lake.”“Wendy burger at the Antler,” said Elizabeth. “Don’t mind at a...l.”“It’s a dive,” Max said.“Max ... I’m from here. I know the Antler. Really good home-brewed rootbeer.” She grinned. “And Canadian cut fries.”“Watered and salted vinegar,” he wasn’t drooling ... but it was close. “Now I’m going, by myself if I have to ... you coming?”“Let me rinse this sunblock off and get in some clothes.”“As long as you don’t hide your light. "When I got home, I pondered my dilemma. Working as a secretary would mean amajor cut in my pay, my benefits, as well as my self-respect. But on theother hand, I put five years into the company; I couldn't just throw all thataway. I figured there was no way that Vera Spellman would last that long ascompany president. I thought I could just ride out the storm until she gotkicked out, and then I would get my job as manager back.So the next day I swallowed my pride and faced my first day as. He was a bit nervous which is understandable, but didn’t take a lot of coercing to get ‘stuck in’ so to speak. Now, as a female, you hear a lot of people (especially men) boast about how much they enjoy giving oral, but in my experience this isn’t necessarily the case as it’s usually very regimented and minimal. However, ‘nipples’ was one of those chaps that genuinely seemed to enjoy nothing more than burying his head deep between a pair of legs, ravenously lapping up every inch, alternating. He’d been that the night before, all right. As usual, he’d driven her almost to the peak of the mountain, then left her there to get over the top by herself, or slide back down, whichever she preferred. He’d been too tired to know how she’d managed it, but she had and by stealing a few minutes in the bathroom while he’s snored like a disgusting, satiated ox in the bed, she’d brought herself to fulfillment with her fingers. It was then she’d decided something had to be done … and it was.