” She says with her cute smile with her braces. I just smile, and sit there. I look over at Becca and Cassandra and my eyes go wide open to what I s...e. I see the two, naked, with Becca sitting on Cassandra’s lap. Cassandra is rubbing Becca’s pussy as Becca grinds her ass against Becca’s pussy. The two are making out to prevent from moaning loudly. “Oh my,” I whisper softly. “Oh my, look at them go.” I hear Melissa say. I look down and there she is leaned over slightly. Her face is about 3. The weird thing in her dream was that Michelle suddenly pictured Julie as Mary Poppins and she giggled in her sleep as Mary Poppins / Julie was fucked by a large dog. Michelle was still tired and struggled to keep her eyes open as Julie whisked her through Montego Bay airport, seeming to breeze through passport control showing both passports with almost a cursory wave and out into the bright sunshine. The large Mercedes was waiting and a smiling chauffeur opened the door as their bags were. Then, the models began to appear. Every time a new fashion appeared, there was more cheering and laughter. Each new idea, new design, brought down the house.In the dressing room, after it was all over, she clung to Saul, "I'm terrified! Did we win or have we just been laughed out of the most important market in the world?"Harry Katz came in and hugged them. "You've won, kids. They loved it. Especially your pitch, Anne, just like all the horseshit they get from every other designer. Only your. She looks at my mug and gestures to me with her own. "Ah, shit, sorry Lisa, tea or coffee?" I reply, with a melodramatic bow. It's a running joke we have, me being her skivvy. I've been working for her on this project for over six months now. You couldn't want much more from a boss, she knows her stuff but doesn't lord it over us. Keeps the teams happy, backs us up when it counts but isn't afraid to tell you when you're talking shit. Combined with that she's gorgeous, so as far as I'm.