Whitney is a brunette with super cute short hair, reminding me a bit like Emma Watson. The plan is for us to hang out till closing then Whitney and ma...be one of her friends would join us after the place emptied out. Sound perfect I thought and remember my mind racing with thoughts of seeing Whitney undressed again. During my last visit I couldn’t pay much attention to her, obviously, but had caught glimpses of her and her friend, Zoe. Being a popular evening, Saturday, the the soak/sauna was. We can say anything about anything. Because behind the nastiness and one-ups we’re friends, buddies. I can call her a whore, slut or anything else, but god help the next guy that does it. And of course she doesn’t hold back on me either. Last week she was bitching about something and I asked her if she was on the rag. And it turned out, she was. But on the rare occasions we see each other outside the office we actually tone down the rhetoric and act like normal people with each other. Well,. †She nodded once. “If I do find you in anything but heels and stockings I will cut it from you and then you will be punished, Do you understand?†She nodded again. He put a hand on her shoulder pushing her backwards. Forcing her to walk backwards to keep from falling. Her legs caught on couch and she fell backwards, sitting hard on the chair with her legs open ,Aaron got down and started kissing her pussy, as though she had a mouth instead of a wet pussy. Spreading her lips he flicked. Her hands nervously smoothed down her skirt and adjusted her buttons on her blouse. She licked her lips and flipped her hair out of her eyes.“I thought you didn’t want to go?” I said. Jenny smiled and tried to control a giggle and got serious for a moment, “I don’t,” she started and then searched for the right words as if trying to convince herself. “I have to cheerlead the big game on Friday night and then there is the dance on Saturday so I couldn’t go if you wanted me to go and I don’t want.