Dave increased the pace of his fingers, finding a synchronized rhythm with the one on her clit. Julie's climax raced through her and she struggled to ...eep her balance while maintaining a steady stroking action. Dave looked into Julie's lust-filled eyes and exploded, sending spurts of white creamy rope shooting against Julie's stomach and legs.Dave continued to massage and tease Julie as long as her could but he soon felt his equilibrium faltering and moved his hands around Julie's waist so they. Before Icould give voice to my mounting questions, Pearce leanedhis head against my angled thigh and answered Michael’sdisapproval with a mild question of his own, his Irishaccent rolling heavily.‘Ye don’t have ta put up with it, now do ye?’‘Nope, she’s your handful, not mine.’‘That she is.’Listening to Pearce I had an epiphany. The only reasonI had the urge to talk was to exert control. But it wasn’tmy conversation. It didn’t matter that I was the topic, noneof it concerned me. Pearce was in. " You need this job, Grace. You have a mortgage, a car payment, other obligations. You wouldn't resign if you didn't have another job lined up."She said nothing.With an angry grunt, he said, "Clean out your desk, now. You're fired."She laughed. She hadn't planned to rub it in, but couldn't stop herself. "If you want me to clean out my desk now, I will, but you can't fire someone who has already quit." Get out! Get out of my office. You won't get another job like this one, not in this city.. I did not! When she gained her composure, she simply said, "I'll be right back with your food!"A minute later, Lara came to the counter with food in hand. I also noticed she had - indeed - unbuttoned the next button on her blouse. Now, there was REALLY something to see. She left for a moment, but returned quickly. Now, she was overtly leaning forward - having figured out what I would enjoy. We talked as I ate, and I had difficulty keeping my eyes looking at hers. I leaned forward again, and she.