We did that, leaving from the house at around five thirty in the afternoon. Shirley had help preparing for her "date". Brenda had fixed up a nice picn...c supper at work that day, and Joyce had gathered together a big blanket, Mama's large picnic basket, and a big thermos for the drink Shirley had chosen for us, wine spritzers. This was a white wine with 7-Up, all mixed in equal parts, then added into the thermos with lots of finely crushed ice. Shirley really liked the drink for a summer. "Will do, Olivia. Well it looks like we are here," he says. They get out of the cab as Mr. Wellington pays for their cab fare. He holds the door for her and they walk in, heading to the elevators. As they walk in the elevators, Mr. Wellington asks "Miss Olivia, would you like to join me today in my office?" "No thank you, Sir, I have things and reports to do today, maybe some other time?" she says. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Miss Olivia," he says. "Sir, please. No disrespect. "Shit!" Bill exclaimed before he thought. Then, "How did you do that?" Practice," Helen laughed as she squeegeed the excess water from her body with her hands before picking up a towel. "I coached the girl's swim team for years. I've been in the water a few times," she finished, winking at him.Madison tried to objectively look at the beautiful woman standing in front of him. She didn't have the massive shoulders of professional swimmers, but the muscle tone was obvious. Nor did she have the. He loved the sound of his balls bouncing on her ass cheeks and feminine folds like they were a pair of young lovers just getting the hang of poking in earnest and didn’t have a care in the world.He was initially put off by the fact that she liked the servants to watch her anal antics and the giggling maids and the nasty mouthed doormen sometimes seemed less than respectful when she issued an order for prompt execution. Sam finally realized it was all a show for his benefit and she was.