Louise was now leaning against the sink, sipping a highball. Bette had slipped into one of my shirts, and was seated at the table drinking a glass of ...osé. The girls were still red-eyed, but it seemed as if the storm was over for the moment. The brittleness I had felt earlier was gone, Louise seemed more relaxed. ‘Do you still like your steak rare?’ Louise asked me. I smiled and nodded. Bette was squeamish about red meat and always wanted the pink cooked out of it. I mixed my drink, and went. But I did not have any of my slick little tools with me here in the NTW parking lot. Feeling sneaky, I copied a handful of the files to a diskette and dropped it in my pocket.I decided to use the rest of the waiting time cleaning the car up a little. I put her ‘puter back in the bag and cleaned the trash up out of the floors and from under the seats. I popped the trunk and started going through the stuff back there with an eye to cleaning and organizing it.Next surprise! There was a bag with a. Fortunately, we managed to both hit the high note of a happy tingle before her secretary arrived with the morning mail. The secretary’s name was Jasmin and she was originally from Iran. She was one of those foreigners that had the ability to blend in with suburb success. There was hardly any trace of an accent except for a problem with the use of some slang words only a native would understand without extensive tutoring. I tried my best not to ogle the beautiful Jasmin’s ass because I. Although I didnt expect you to call because I am much younger then you. The thing is I almost didnt call her because of her age but since she came on so strong I said why not! As we continued talking about se we both now had our hands running up and down each others legs and rubbing ever closer to our pussys. Once Jenny grazed by my pussy she was able to feel how wet I was right thru my panties. At this sign she tried to pull my panties to the side so she could finger me. I wanted her to do.